The Corner
THE CORNER
Quiet now, the corner.
Your fat fingers on the fence, resting
Oil in the nails
That smile, beaming as a new sun
Cheeks rising as fresh oven buns
The echoing laugh
GONE
Your life as short as a butterfly
Though more beautiful
Now the wooden fence stands alone
And the empty drive
Silent road
Quiet now, the corner.
Your fat fingers on the fence, resting
Oil in the nails
That smile, beaming as a new sun
Cheeks rising as fresh oven buns
The echoing laugh
GONE
Your life as short as a butterfly
Though more beautiful
Now the wooden fence stands alone
And the empty drive
Silent road