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Saturday, November 22, 2008

Among fallen furs

Standing silently
I almost forget to breath,
a graveyard of old trucks
among the fallen fur trunks
each rusted spot bearing
another tall tale, each growing
a little more with every storm,
for their voices my heart mourns.
But to silent contemplation
I return as shadows turn crimson.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Beautifully written!