Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Mud Rolling

Mud Rolling

I know. It's damn hard
to follow those directions,
the ones to grow wings -
especially hard
when you have instincts to roll
in really grand mud.
Good for cooling blood
is what I heard about mud.

No need to miss me.
I am not thinking
of shooting off world
anytime between today
and twenty nineteen.

‎April ‎30, ‎2014 4:10 PM

Written in response to a poem by Irene on her Orange Is A Fruit blog on Wordpress back at the end of April this year.

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