Tuesday, November 16, 2010

when my feet are cut up

when my feet are cut up and red
I have nothing other
than to walk on them.

when my sleep is short and dull
I have only to wake and revive.

but when the cosmos is sore
for expanding and needs a rest
then I'll lay out too.

oh time persists
like beard stubble and rough weeds
in each season.

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