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Profane Slang 2

Poetry I've written. Most of it doesn't rhyme. Sorry.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

distance/dissonance

Distance
Carrying out raids on tumbleweed fields
And flat expanses of chain linked dirt
Not even a horse to reassure me
Not even snow to promise hidden life

Dissonance
And no destination
Sounds with no source, land with no end
Futilely alert, still seeing some hope in dust
Posted by Colleen at 12:34 AM

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