April 23, 2007

  • i love the way you moved my soul
    affecting sands of timely shoals.
    now, here i am, once made of stone
    eroded down right to the bone.


    ~~


    i try to flex old wings.
    instead, a cracking sound
    erupts from rusted joints;
    i fall onto the ground.

Comments (1)

  • I agree with your comment: better to just live than to be on the computer trying to write about it.

    Blessings to your family, especially to the little one. 

Comments are closed.

Post a Comment