Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Fey by Christopher Ryan

The forrest in your eyes tonight
Fallows from the umbers 
over maple leaves that crumble 
Into elvin fetters 
when a beechnut breeze sweeps by
Dancing by the fireside light
Bunchberry lips with kindling at your hips 
Reading seven letters on a bottle of watermelon wine
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye to the Village tonight.

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