Thursday, October 22, 2009

The Undermine

(written 1/29/08)

Winds of change are blowing,
kicking up leaves,
stirring this nest of tragedy,
sight overseen.
Kicking up logic,
forethought mistrusted,
consistency shallowed
and heartstrings busted.

Leaving me a desert,
the kindest desolation,
the chattering lies
of chosen isolation.

Wait for spring, child.
Rains come with patience.
Worth the wait beside the mesas
where it's been long believed
that dust harbors tricksters,
their havoc to be silenced
in the still calm coolness
of inner shade.

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