rope and tree

 

a spreading of black wings
underneath a burning sky
boots, dusty with orange dirt

scorn

flat brimmed hat casting
a shadow across the face

silence

across the plains
beneath the mountains
purple, blue

the rain sweeping in
suddenly urgently
watering the thirsty land

you could walk forever
one foot in front of the other
past the broken stick trees
wind cut rocks
sun bleached bones

lines worn into the skin
by the sun
by the wind
by the endless sky

Author: mark
Date: Sunday, 28. December 2008 16:29
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