Fog in my throat
Monday, January 23, 2012
Dirt
Roots in earth, wormy things and birth
We have a short ways to go
The blow as we grow, the cry of good-bye
We have a short ways to fall
Through the branchy things, the grabby things
The things that make us crawl
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