Wednesday, May 14, 2008

at lonely times
the valley speaks to you
from far below the town

the crows surround
your angel in the mud
the swingset dangles
kid rhythms in your blood

you feed the slugs
a leaf that they'd eat anyway
& nothing needs your help

I'm a life alongside the world
where nothing hurtles & nothing
hurls itself a mini-self

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