poem - shadows

we went to the trees
saw moon fighting sun
day tonight lit darkness
a soft blow struck shore
she let it burn
?why can't i

from a distant land
rain touched
giving richness
golden & ripe under high blood
eye color stepped out of center
bruising kept at it
clouds drove us away

safety didn't stand above
but simply forgotten like new winter dreams
we ran through one another into everything
miles overhead endless in count now gone somewhere else
where it just hurts as always
& i can't write




for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

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