I sometimes stare at the
edges of hedges and
marvel at how they are
trimmed just so;
maybe I am still
looking for order in chaos,
looking for reasons
that you had to know,
looking for reasons
for why you had to go,
I don't know, since I
can't separate feeling
confused from feeling used,
and I can relate to that
caged bluebird of Buk's
everyday,
everyday,
everyday.
September 27, 2011.
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