it’s a mysterious day
when the trees are black

a mysterious day
when brick is shining
and the charred trees dancing

huddle close
bury your head
cover your cheeks

whistle with your heartbeat
whistle to forget the sickness
whistle with the wind

it’s a strange day
when you wish you could dance with the trees
and wail, and mourn
and beat your fists upon your breast

it’s a mysterious day
when you choose to be
with broken trees.

01/20/2003

Posted on 01/27/2003
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