Edwin Cordero


Pine-Winter - Poem by Edwin Cordero

I find myself lost without place to hide.
The pine-winter frost fails to justify
Where I'm at,
What I've lacked,
And those decisions that can't be taken back.

So, I stare and see the sound;
I hear a bristle
And turn around—
Christmas trees glisten,
As they're smitten
With unrequited love
Never to be found.

I'm left to ponder why,
Oh why,
I've never accustomed
To the ground.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 2, 2013



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