Monday, August 08, 2016

America strong and strange,
fierce with a new born age.
Torn prairies that still
sing of honey.
Bars in the mind's cage
melted by potent futures.
Fractures in the vinyl attic
weaving the imperfect pattern
to smile on fire.
The body unfurls.
Stillness calls, is gone.
This waiting is all I have ever done.

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