A clear shot from the riverbed
And manicured paths unite
For only moments in the journey
I’m hiding in the thickest thicket
Steaming from the staleness
Wind does not pass easily
And the village is growing
Disquieted fires loom
And chew my distant memory
My branches never wetted
In preparation for the end

07/21/2005

Posted on 07/21/2005
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