Nothing but the grey effaces
That walk with me and
The bestial faces
Of the animals that shout at me
A prison of fools
an untutored school
I want to escape through that tiny hole
And let the movie run out on the ground
I tried to get the ashes off of my feet
Tried to save that wild dog
There were broken teeth of glass on the street
I saw yellow flowers of flame through the fog
I felt the weight of the world in my hand
Ten plus one in the chamber
The weight of mountains while I stand
My shadow belongs to a stranger
I’m thinking of you and your ocean eyes
A daughter of the wind and wild spaces
Beloved grower of flowers and secrete surprises
The works of a love that time never erases
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