winter heart, summer life

and take the movement, melting
we'll see blue skies and white-foam shorelines
a bandage on our faith, there's you
and me walking lonely roads through mist
and muck, one more flock of strangers
to the news that everything we need just might be
laying bruised and beaten by sand,
cold, dying.

2004-07-02 | 4:30 p.m.
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