NaPoWriMo: past poetry, 2010

Cumberland

My world is deceptively normal:

calm and verdant while

breeds despair in the depths.

As nature’s song broke upon

backs and through doors,

now she withdraws, pulls

into herself and into her room.

My world-

left stripped and sullied,

I am left to clean her mess

and she- corpulent traveler-

Sighs, closes her eyes, and

falls back asleep.

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