Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Slightly tipsy wandering

Listening to old songs
too many tired memories
spring rain
drizzling down my cheeks
washing them all away
watching my feet cross over
the leaves, the black top
the freshly liberated worms
whistling to myself
I am
Afraid to look up from the ground
I am
Afraid not to
I am
getting lost in an avalanche
I am


Anonymous jon said...


your very first comment, don't i feel special. very lovely and honest poems. you are good at poety, keep it up. we need to get in touch soon, i am leaving on monday the 23.

your old friend, jon

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