chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Monday, February 4, 2008
bridging
living in this snapshot of geologic time
we might ask, "how will it be with us
when the castle crags are worn down to stubs?"
and take our answer dancing
a thin bridge of words
stretched over eternity
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