Wicker

A fickle heart will turn on a dime,
As if to escape the scene of a crime.

Tidy our cupboards and wrap our spoils,
To leave the pieces of where our life coils.

Twenty and twenty, we look aback,
Throw out the wicker, abandoned knickknack.

©Sayer Teller

 

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