One Day After Work

Caleb Gerdes
The snow is ablaze

burning under

our late day.

She stands alone

or is it I?

waiting incessantly.

Words, phrases

gutturals cheers

prod me further.

Our late day

overcast and broken

by the lots thrown

The wind blows

caterpillars of hair

from dry eyes.

friends? I asked

the wind continued

across the blazing field.

Alone I've been

in this open blaze

alone I will be.

Must I fall

let my brittle legs bow

before the fire around.

I've filled my lungs

with smoke

unfurled in my eyes.

The flags of surrender

white and pursued violently

by our early night.

Published by Caleb Gerdes

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  • Joshua "grand poet" Risseau2/10/2009

    Hey Caleb.

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