Saturday, November 12, 2016


I need to run faster and farther.

Amber outlet
Housing the cool swill
Of cultures I have grown to love.

Carved in two,
That pristine page
Lifted me at its opening
These random tokens
Taken to heart. 

The tiny bits
The teensy pieces
The myriad mores
Of this land of ‘One’

Calves, cringe
Heel- burned
Knees, spent well
Leverage made of rocks
Propulsion granted
Racing rattlesnakes home
To beat the sun
And back to my bed.

Droplets of disdain
Sweat the outline
I was there
To rid my countenance
Of unwanted

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