Saturday, December 7, 2013

Holding My Place

I hold certain things
in my grasp, in my orbit
as they circle you,
as I circle you.

The gravel of my long path,
all this way I've come
to be here with you,
these stones click beneath my feet
as I shift, restless
waiting for notice.

August 31, 2010 9:59 AM

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