A Poet's Tree House
Featuring the Writing of Elisha Shumaker
Friday, November 19, 2010
Her eyelids sank over her
Irises one last time
She breathed in slow and deep
Through her nose
Her chest rose like the
Sun in the east.
She was adrift in slumber
Long before me.
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