Open Poetry #36 |
divinity. |
exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada |
In this moment with my hands in my coat pockets walking away from the cold biting at my heels and the memories tugging at my mind like a fish on the line I have found divinity and become unstrung I'll walk home on a different path tonight knowing that perfection and the beauty that was in my brother is gone with the river that flows downstream All existence fades to being with my soul and my memories and the sound of the big blackfoot river and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise
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