i saw it all in my head;
i had to paint the grounds,
fore and back, then add the people.
dogs and cats first then kids.
adults last.

i had to paint a poor saturday;
next, a train full of dream-robbers,
lassoing the loose Iron Horse, passing
the pony express and its stabled nine.
for the one year of its life.

so, now i am the way-station. my stamp
and blotter have been long-dry of ink.
my worth and value too, diminished.
each day brings the sun up one side,
while the moon coexists in the opposite sky.

it is as it should be.
i surrender to the rose petals.
feel their loving, longing touch.

01/21/2011

Posted on 01/21/2011
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