Blue Silk
What if life were
a blue billowing silk-sheet
that you,
in the cool desert sunset,
could turn aside
and walk out of
like a tangling tent.
How small and how petty
ones life would seem
out there
in the cool evening air
where scorpions crawl
without claim.
Poetry by Broken Foot
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Written on 2006-07-05 at 19:54




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