dirt road run no. 2
I lifted my head
and breathed in the dust,
the sky was scabbed over with clouds.
I lowered my head
and joined the cremated remains,
burrowing past the ancient stones,
into the silt beneath
the drowned clocks.
and breathed in the dust,
the sky was scabbed over with clouds.
I lowered my head
and joined the cremated remains,
burrowing past the ancient stones,
into the silt beneath
the drowned clocks.
2 Comments:
dude, you feeling a little anxious about moving or what?
acknowledging the inevitable
- the dust on the road is a teacher - a bridge between the runner and the dead - two parties who were never separate afterall
-Maggie Hall
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