Thursday, December 5, 2013

A Hammering of Earth

In the red feeling circle
he wandered as though
he might blow
the next minute.
Resting then waxing,
drifting then winging
through space hung with shrouds.

Shadow gliding in,
a leopard at night,
she briefly stops by,
a succor of seasons,
a peak and a whisper.
Just so is he rescued,
speeded away,

a grandeur of wishing,
a flexing of dreams,
a pounding
and hammering
and gathering
of earth.

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