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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Morning dreams

it was a quick morning dream, i'm sure
as i layed in bed
next to the-end-of-my-affair-love

walking uphill
to wandering guitar-loving-folk-festival-folks
i noticed skyward

birds swooping
people watching
lady shoulderstandingme

as the overgrown owl
cascaded below to the crowd
opening his wings
with a strong hawk on the left side
and a rainbow colored parrot on the right

with power
we knelt
we prayed
to the earth
crying lovable tears


as we stood
and they swirled
to find another flight

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