stones, blue
and solid,
white quartz
immedded
along
the bent
creek. they
have been there
for as long
as i have
stepped
down the slippery
side hill in
tears
and sorrow.
and i wonder
why i choose
those times
to visit a
place so
quiet and
beautiful and
not now, when
my heart is full
of joy.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
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