Monday, August 20, 2012

Draft I Poem (Now updated and called "Untitled")

Unbury the life you once had,
the one you'd long forgotten,
the one before the stars were born.

Unbury the life you wish to live,
the marvel of superb minnows,
of ivy and turtles and silence,
and the surprise that released you
the first time you recognized

you were never made
of manure and mud,
but of sun and rain and angels,

feeding you with fingers
of abundance.


Thank you, Star Muir of BRUU, who finally got me to understand what "abundance" means.

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