Tuesday, January 7, 2014

That would be the way


That would be the way,
wouldn’t it,

deep in a solemn grove,
thunder upon us,

memory fresh
in scent,

you, returned,
you, risen,

you, taken by surprise
when lightning

strikes
the earth,

is there anything,
stranger,

than these treacherous,
blessed letters

from home,

anything, that is made,

of greater worth?



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