Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Wednesday, March 18, 2009

spring.

it's so hard to dig into creeley when birds are chirppin outside
i hang here in a cloud of my own smoke
there is an inexplicable pane of glass between us.

spring is a gruff ancient american big and brutal as a mountainside
pulling himself up by his bootstraps
and also an old love earthen wrinkled mother
rolling over
wrestling incidentally with the dogwood blossoms in her hairline.

we, the continual cyclists of burst n bloom.

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