Monday, March 3, 2014

The Trek


I search as I trudge
behind this tree and past that bush
steady paced movement
up and over rocks,
me on fire to burn my dream
of hurt and the grip
of my yellow teeth
to fine and powdery ash.

Is it true? Have I
found my noble task?

The fist of my mind opens.
Perhaps soon I'll give
as the others did.

‎March ‎3, ‎2014 1:18 PM

1 comment:

  1. At PO's office to find out what OS to happen...thank you my friend

    ReplyDelete

The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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