Barefoot Hope
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Hwy 27
the saturation
stunning me
things better filtered
like photos,
coffee & cigarettes
have you heard it yet?
the song of the morning
it calls your name
takes you over
for today
you're okay
Leaving
i saw you in the glow
lighting up the trees as sunset
& the wind inflicted tears, i felt
as if I've never done that
i heard you in the sound
of my farthest-away mother
her words are warm on frozen ground
they run like river water
i heard you in the forest
who should i hold onto?
i'm broken like the branches
like the leaves i'm trippin through
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