Spring

Wrinkles sprung upon her face
like a lamb in Spring dew
How, she wondered
a lover departed
caused her flesh such sorrow
Hung up like mutton
in the butcher’s slaughter house
It will be Spring tomorrow

War

I bleed you out of my body
after a two year war
of life
of death

My lips are wet
my face is fresh
my hair golden
my eyes bright

I leave you now
for light

Playground

I hung on your words
like a child on a swing
Playful and curious
with laughter

Your words dissipated
I hit the ground
I am an adult
now in your playground