Sunday, August 9, 2009

Fishing For Clues

You're never gorgeous for long..
I tried twisting you through angel glasses,
And came up with sandcastle shards
Between my teeth.

The boat to Watts Bar Dam
Took me to near nuclear holocaust;
But Big Trees intervened.

Beavers ate my antlers
and stuffed my bones on home.

Gazelle drifts into, oblivion, alone.

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