through the fire smiling gently

maybe from the storm
you'll come dancing out
standing in the ashes
of smiles long burned
and ground to dust.

maybe it means more
if you climb through it
wade into the fog
and come out quirky
from the wreckage.

maybe it's magnificent
if your arms and eyes
and hands and feet
touch barely the soil
(toes tickling the earth)
and still end up
laughing.

2008-02-29 | 10:56 a.m.
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