Friday, November 11, 2011

Halves of a Night 5

After the evening storm, it was icy
calm in your room last night.
I saw you trembling and a mongrel, wounded,
listening to your cries like a mother did
licking its scabs cautiously unnoticed.
She knows they will be yet other scars
as kind gifts from the life, memento
from the many battles she survived

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