A Poet's Tree House
Featuring the Writing of Elisha Shumaker
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Her eyes were marbles
In a silly child's game
Loose, they rolled in their sockets
Cold and hard,
Lacking purpose
Beautiful, nonetheless
But they couldn't hold me
Even for a moment
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