Tuesday, April 7, 2015

from p.4 on Mon., April 6th


  • The stretching miles
    add up
    as we search for
    the joy we were promised.


  • Work the land
    as it works you

    into a grainy
    extension
    of soil skin
    and groundwater
    blood

    pumping through
    irrigation veins.


  • Soaring over the
    steep slopes of
    those better
    than you.


  • Only in elevators
    we meet
    by chance.

    The air is confused
    as two strangers
    reunite once more.

    I only know one thing:
    his name is Ryan.

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