Wednesday, November 25, 2009
warrior names
There was a wild fire in the middle of the field
and you
ran
ran
and you forgave yourself on a day
when the sun shone
high.
It's blowing up a storm
out there
on the outside
of forever
tonight
and there is a jack of spades
in a treehouse
where your name
is not recognised/
where the wind always blows;
beautifully.
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