Skip to content

XXXIII

June 13, 2013

Take light steps down the rubble—
loose rock like water off a duck’s back;
trees like feathers hold his flesh together,
spread around us (freeing us), but fast,
so fast, we find ourselves back at the road.
Trees like spirit totems flash by,
spread around us, closing in, but vast—
so vast. We find ourselves alone,
rolling down the pavement river
snaking grey through the giant’s back
as trees blur into dreams.

Advertisements
No comments yet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: