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been wearing down
and turned around
which way
the way I’m bound
come Sunday
one more place
I lay before
as lace
against the maple
knots along the floor
here I’ll be
tho I won’t be no more
for miles beyond
the edges
years beyond my own
to know
as I been knowing
every road
will take me home
when nights
of blackened cinder
days to burn my skin
beneath your sighs
I touch the skies
o breath
and there again
a song escapes
the rafters
a feather on the breeze
the sweet sashay
of glories
on the rise
coffee warm –
a red tail sails
the trees
a moment
as no other
come into
I find you still
in places I been going
will the knowing
heart reveal
a dream I knew
awakes me new
again
. . .
tornadoday 