By B.K.
Date: 17 September 2000
~Quicksand~
taking the dogs for their morning walk
the day crisp and clear,
top the hill and there you are
your words, quicksand, pulling
me tightly into the prisms of your mind
flooding my thoughts
feeding famished hunger.
walking on in the coolness
hearing the sounds of early morning songs.
the trees branches swaying to the tunes
of the winds infinite beat.
suddenly, beneath a tall tree
a hickory nut grazes top my brain (ouch)
is this a sign?
or just the quicksand rising higher
till we decide to float on.
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