OUTLASTING MOTHS
12/22/2008
Emotion
My heart is in
my eyes. Why else
the rain?
My wound erodes
to bone; cracks white
like lightening.
Far off, in the woods
wolves raise their voices
through cold darkness
as if to warn me,
a storm is coming.
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