Saturday, May 22, 2010

Feet First

Unable to ignore the call
from the wild
from an unknown voice

some mystery siren song

calling me deep
into the dark
without a stick to prod

the muddy surface

I go blindly
following the
enigmatic shepherd

whose cane taps at empty spaces

Keeping the foxes at bay
from the bloodied cuts
on my ankles

by running faster down the hills

with no time
to smell the roses
An upturned beetle

legs exposed

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