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May 03, 2005
the ruffle of wings
curling around the sing song of a flame
is not a realistic heating resolution
but I admire your poetic license
and creative anatomy arrangements
there are easier ways to say that
but they are not to be said by me
falling from the treetop
while waving a white flag
was not my idea of surrender either
however
it was either that
or say that I was sorry
and we both know how cold
hell can get
on a day life that
perhaps I will be draped kindly
across the riverbed
as coyotes howl at the misjustices
that they inflict
maybe they will pause momentarily
and hear the ruffling of my wings
lying dead on the earth
remembrance
it is all that I covet
from afar
Posted by Drexler at May 3, 2005 01:46 PM