Wednesday, April 13, 2011

11/30: a study of cinquain

old bones
brittled by wear
cracked and dry 'neath the heat
disintegrate in heavy winds.
life moves.

move in the dark,
my lines forging with yours,
and our hot breath evaporates
from mist.

with ancient warmth,
we gather up our flesh,
submerge our hands in dirt and sing
of life.

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