Tuesday, June 28, 2011

All is full of love

Wildfire, neon light, fox prance
cultivated steady into
produce, electric bill, morning route

no quick recovery
from humdrum numbness
your words are like ice daggers
into my heart

tow the load
down the old dusty trail
nobodies fault but my own
on my way
to the wildfire prance
two by two
full of hope and lightning bug power

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