Rain falls,
Snaps on hard ground,
Like fire cracks,
Drops alive in the wet,
Calling on life to witness,
The flexing below as above.
Martyr
Finding yourself somewhere,
You hadn't planned,
Out of habit,
Is like putting
An ill-fitting halo,
Onto a would be virgin.
5.11.09
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment