Beneath The Tree Poem by Eric Cockrell
Beneath The Tree
how many deaths
must i die?
how many times left alone
on some nameless shore,
watching the storm carry
my boat off to sea?
how many blackbirds dead
beneath the tree?
if i die inside of you
will you remember my name?
or am i just an old coat
hanging in the back of the closet?
a hat your grandfather wore....
a deck of cards forgotten in a drawer....
a spider's web clinging to your feet!
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