12/5/10

dipped red from
dusk's fire, all
winter long an
upward reach

will you sky
forever?

your burnt fingertips
dim brown,
nothing remains.
by stephen

1 comment:

  1. Peter GreeneDecember 5, 2010 at 7:36 PM

    I did burn myself earlier. Now, I'm reading your poem to Jimi's 'Still Raining Still Dreaming'. Somehow, they work together.

    Thanks for the piece - always good to see a new one from you.

    PG

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