i went to the bottom of the earth via an explosion
i came back up to the top via an ice pick
it was a blue sky patterned with emerging stars and a harvest moon
the best and worst luck i have known was when the earths’
shadow did not caress the moon like a sickle
and all of this is random and all of this is coincidence
but let us ride it out into an evening
on thundering horse hooves with blinders on
PoetrySeptember 28, 2007 12:18 pm
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Hey, nice poem. Is it a prodigal original? I’ve been enjoying some W.S. Merwin lately. I caught a hint of that style in this poem.
Thanks
Comment by Sean September 30, 2007 @ 7:40 am