Saturday, 1 March 2014

THREE STRIKES AND...


The boulder 
did whisper 
my name
Laying there
in the middle
Of a line
of footsteps
that lead
to the sun

I was carefully
Re-taking them
When
That stone
called me...
by name

Don't ask
why my knee
bleeds

Or why
i sit here
and weep

The boulder...
it spoke
and had me 
Almost
Floored

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