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By Briana Kassia Date: 2010 Mar 02 Comment on this Work [[2010.03.02.02.16.27597]] |
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free and easy, laid back and breezy wanting to stand but leaning when the hurt ended it left me hollow alder buds are drooping swaying off-green jewels no leaves yet but soon the velvet buds unfurling in that timeless, pious enduring: the faith of the trees birdsong in the middle time flashes of red and black from the hedge the rain soft, insisting drumming me back to sleep from my cage I can see the crooked limb of the sky and the pebbled beach of forever it is lonely but good |