Thursday, May 4, 2017

Short Sight Sigh, 2017

When you tell me that my branches matter less than yours,
that they don't need watering,
or this place is so bad that you climbed your way out and told me I was better off staying put,

I should have known,
but I liked pipe dreams,
I liked what I thought I saw at the other end,

I liked digging a hole to China

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