14 September 2008

A Burnt Tree


He did not take the staircase

For fear that the thread of piano keys

Would play the breaking news

A song with but one sharp note

Knocking the doors with glass frame

People whisper; they might see

A fire alarm could go off

Who was smoking? They will ask

Would his innocence convince them

Especially on an afternoon like this

When even leafs on the tree smell burnt

Would they not suspect?

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