Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Poetry 4

All around me
Steel bars construct buildings
concrete, wire, dust, metal
It's cold
frost gathers
but I look up
past my breath
a few trees, their gold arms
leading my eyes to the
massive expanse
the glass bowl
the blue awesomeness
that is the sky
and I become rooted
my hands forever reaching
all around me dies
as I finally live

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