Taste a miracle,
that is what I heard you say
as we strolled along
in the dark of where
our things used to be before
we cleaned them all out.
We are moving on.
Taste hallelujah. I guess
you want this change more
than I, always have.
To you this goes far beyond
my full press anchor
in this world, beyond
the local stellar back yard,
beyond the cluster.
All done for decades,
I will not pioneer, not
any more, but you're
gone gone gone goodbye.
September 5, 2013 4:01 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.