Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Find the River
Me, my thoughts are flower strewn I have got to leave to find my way. Watch the road and memorize This life that pass before my eyes. The river to the ocean goes, A fortune for the undertow. There is nothing left to throw Of ginger, lemon, indigo, Coriander stem and rose of hay. Strength and courage overrides The privileged and weary eyes Of river poet search naivete. Pick up here and chase the ride. The river empties to the tide. All of this is coming your way

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