I was out in the dawn;
you could see
gray cut by pink,
the night’s journey
trailing his limbs;
in his eyes still
stars being born
all unknowing.
shepard fairey
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
gustav dore
our boys
death and burial
wm
Sunday, October 19, 2008
You’re Gonna Miss Me
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When are you going to move to Florida young man?
Very serendipitous Poem in that it reminded me of sunrises in the forest. And brave spirits.
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