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

the earth,

is there anything,

than these treacherous,
blessed letters

from home,

anything, that is made,

of greater worth?

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