8.12.2008

Not Lost


There are cold moments
in this march when the sun's broad fingers
do not part the clouds, the leaves, the lashes.
We lie to one another with closed eyes
and curled fists. We rub our arms,
try to quiet the hairs on end,
and journey on.

1 comment:

mirror-dancer said...

i like this one...it's got hope tagged on at the end.


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