Rob Plath

star bath

my
scars
become
skylights
most
nights

stars
shine
thru
the
wounds

their
silvery
milk
bathing
any
traces
of
pain

________________________________

a lesser burden

i used to sit during winter
on the midnight train
gazing out the window
counting peaceful trees
praying it was just dream
that i was not really a man
but rather one those trees
gracefully bending beneath
the weight of snow

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