Posted by loubird on September 20, 2007

Ground was thick with leaves
now hard like only human-made
we fall flat with a slap on the face
dirt, grovel wiggle
and so we’re born for benefit.
hold on to the tender thread
of anything that God gave
hard times make lonely lines
and i lift my face for raindrops
This entry was posted on September 20, 2007 at 11:59 pm and is filed under Photographs, Poems, Poetry, art.
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