walk with me
speak in trees hickory
birch
sweetgum
you ask me something
or other
tell me
I am but a struggle in
and out in the blue
pale and
deep
I walk in your thoughts
you mine
maybe the blueness gathers round us the sun skies
then day breaks apart
scatters in our trees
in the dry quiet
we listen for our night
any unfamiliar sound
to find our way
JP
9.11. 09
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