Seeking the Dark Tower

On the path that eventually leads to the clearing in the woods, the Charyou Tree. Fraught with danger, fear and loss, and yet, fulfillment. Welcome.

Sunday, March 01, 2009

On the 1st day of March,

I saw you shiver, like
the note a gust stole from the gutter
you had so recently crossed.
Wet from swill, on it written –
“Did you know it’s monsoon again?”
It's late on its promise
of a torrent that speaks
louder than the Garand you hold
But your words still hang like bullets in the air
And I will be there to reap the skeletons
that you will have sown.

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