Thursday, January 24, 2013

Night Flight

That moon and those stars again
ultra bright, with the wind blowing
the thin armed, long fingered trees,
some kind of mania
careening with lethality

Tracks in the frozen snow - coyote
stalking, bold enough now to attack men
in the daylight and smart enough
to work together in

A pilgrim must give himself over completely
without reservation and accept the outcome
whatever it may be

Remember your love.

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