Laura Gibson
Postures Bent
All ourDays haveFalling, spinTatter, ringingWooden shedsLining up in perfect rowsOur postures bentOh, mine and yoursAll theLeadersSeasons changeBurning in our cartonsSinging stories in our earsPulling, pulling at our willsWhen weBurn our candles downGather our, unions songsFaces white with paper, reedLoving in our frail tears
From Letras Mania