Posted by: markgrif | August 1, 2008

steps

brown brawl
emerges
from struggle

colors
produce the
same shadows

music
casts awkward
false echoes

walking
loses steps
forgotten

time mocks
scenery
unguarded

bliss dwells
within your
soft presence

purpose
is a town
we’d charter

famine
could never
blight ocean

while we
skimmed across
its water


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