Friday, September 30, 2016
today, again
the way it would rain
the way i would never see you in the summer
but we found each other
every fall as if I were the leaves
and you the wind
colorful and fast
and so hard to catch
winter would find us by the fire
and i'd settle a while
let your rough blanket
keep me warm, sunken into
the rickety bed
no real place to go
the way i would never see you in the summer
but we found each other
every fall as if I were the leaves
and you the wind
colorful and fast
and so hard to catch
winter would find us by the fire
and i'd settle a while
let your rough blanket
keep me warm, sunken into
the rickety bed
no real place to go
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
butterfly
it has taken so long to think this
somehow the pieces of the broken
drum become a symphony
that marches into the autumn wind
a moment can linger
can be music...or noise
transform a moment,
emerge - once a caterpillar,
weary of its cocoon
flies away
forgets
it was once trapped
somehow the pieces of the broken
drum become a symphony
that marches into the autumn wind
a moment can linger
can be music...or noise
transform a moment,
emerge - once a caterpillar,
weary of its cocoon
flies away
forgets
it was once trapped
Thursday, September 15, 2016
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