the good red road
strewn with boulders
washed out by floods
home to rattlesnakes
commands the walk
the good heart
ever facing the old ones
leaving bread crumbs for
the ones to come
#pb © march 2013 #
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the good red road strewn with boulders washed out by floods home to rattlesnakes commands the walk the good heart ever facing the old ones leaving bread crumbs for the ones to come #pb © march 2013 #
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stone prayer rugs wearing thin weary of babbling supplicants whose sackcloth and ashes cling stubbornly to frayed edges and weakened fibers Pharisees and Sadducees even Levites rolled their worn out voices into one weighty bundle stuffed into the mouth of the cave willing it to become stone choosing their circuitous dead end journeys preferring to remain Leaderless rather than receive the Resurrection held out to the chosen ones, the gentiles and the meek phyllis boernke © 15 march 2013
freight train
while last year may have been about penitence I have been absolved this year is reclamation certitude and power I’ve paid my dues no groveling no explanations what is is more than good enough the train moves on from the coast deeper into the interior of the heartland pb 2011 from "untying the web" * * * * * * |
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