Monday, July 29, 2013

A Return

Into this darkness,
Marching,
We go:
Holding close our-

Palms held open, grasping, groping,
Tongues to lick and stick and stalk.
What once was lost is found is tossed
Into this darkness
Fingers crossed.

Eyes to the sky.
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