Chin on tired hands, <br />snowed shoulders, <br />flowers on screen <br />take the low road <br />and the trees are tall <br />and the darts are sharp <br />and twisted <br />and rusted <br />so many years <br />so many tears <br />so many fears <br />twisted <br />and rusted <br />and what is there <br />to say? <br />what is there <br />to say, <br />really? <br /> <br />(11 August 2006)<br /><br />Diana van den Berg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disappointment-56/
