Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I spent
all the time
by myself
the tree branches
articulated
naked
the legs of
my pants
covered in mud
there was no rock and sway
just the silence
water frozen solid
moving
hand over foot

traveling erosion

I circled through the space
a cratered moon
with a bic lighter
without a song
a broken smile
only the miles
before me
and behind
me.

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