Saturday, June 9, 2012

Saturday June 9, 2012

She was
always more than
her qualities
even as they eluded her over
the years a nation of
farmers plowed
slaves into the folded landscape of rivers

lines are not lions though they have been known to roar
bisecting the apex of intention

we are
beginning to see
what we were seeking
no longer exists
that the other side of the
coin only appears in dreams

she knew
as a child the day would come
when all the birds
fled her body
would sing

a glass harp in the wilderness

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