Saturday, October 4, 2014

When the end of the road
met the lap of the river--
you had no choice 
but to learn to swim,
now your legs are heavy
and your arms are tired--
how to begin again
on this land so dry
and wide?

Breakfast crumbs
on the table,
a brown mouse
waiting--no one
wants to eat alone.

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