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June 8, 2011
By Anonymous

In the beginning, you lived with the trees.
You lived with the branches, with the roots.
You lived where the sunlight collected like dew,
and the wind rolled your soul open.
You lived where the night sky did not end as it wrapped around your eyes
and where the sun never set to say good-bye.
And it was perfect.
And you lived with your shoes untied.

Now, you live in commute.
Now, you live domesticated.
Now, you live with double-knots.

But those miracles still exist
Behind the wind
Between the stars
With the roots.
And they wait for you to let your laces slip.



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on Dec. 10 2012 at 5:11 pm
Wanderlust. SILVER, Burke, Virginia
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this is gorgeous. i love it.

george3 said...
on Dec. 19 2011 at 5:27 pm

This is a magnificent poem. It happens that I know the author but that doesnt make any differance. This work is really fine.


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