Saturday, June 18, 2011


Marching in the dark
following hot dusty forward smells
so tired
so hungry
One foot hardly follows the next
Where the quiet ends I don't know any more.
And at the end, is it glory?


Blogger goatman said...

One can only hope!

7/26/11, 3:43 PM  
Blogger weatherman said...

and hope that it was our march to begin with

7/27/11, 9:15 AM  

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