I am slow fire burning
I am slow fire burningat the end of another day
a living talisman
a charm you may touch
and hope for the rest
there are men in trees
riding the wind
with resin and limbs
joined by the hip in observation
from the I and I
there is solemnity
in speedometers that
no longer are in use
perception is all
one man can be
there is a breath
breathing
a focus yearning
for that which soon
will be gone
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-29 at 15:03
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