Saturday, June 5, 2010

St. Boniface (patron of Germany)

that day I drove

through the woods

to forget that you died,

the trees folded

into themselves.

I saw them shudder,

lean down and over

the frozen ground.

they created caves

in their chests.

bats tumbled out

of the oak’s ribs,

rustled around

in the branches,

slapped their wings

against my windshield.

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