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when walking with ghosts.

by Andrew S Adams

the moon was orange last night,
we walked under it. minnesota air
is a harsh reminder that you've got
to love what you're going to love,
through it all.
these sidewalks were iced and we were
cold and bare. these fires that
were being set in the deep recesses of space,
their heat always fell about 10 feet too short.

these steps we took in the crunching snow,
these dreams we walked with, it was a saturday
night away from the home, one more night.
we took them with ease, but i just
could not seem to breathe.-
needless to say, we didnt make our way too far.

i went out to look for our evidence today.
the minnesota air changed itself,
a harsh reminder that you're going to lose
what you've come to love.
the snow had dissapeared, and
with it, all the evidence of it's existance.
the fires out in the deep recesses of
space just made their way too far.

11/11/2003

Posted on 11/12/2003
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cole Miller on 11/12/03 at 04:26 AM

today was BEAUTIFUL. as is this poem. was there snow out? not in my part of minnesota. but the moon was lovely in its orangy goodness.

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