Sun, 03 Oct 2004
Fire
Hissing, flickering,
the glowing fire barely warms
what's in front of it.
04:53 |
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The Strange Dance
An old friend in town
brings the strange dance--who I was
with who I've just been.
04:50 |
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Dark Night
In the deep dark night
we can't see past our torches
or hear past our songs.
04:47 |
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Driving
The sweet aloneness
of daytime highway driving--
music then silence.
04:43 |
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Bare Feet
It hurts a little,
my tender bare feet jumping
rough rock to rough rock.
04:41 |
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