Current Mood: contemplative

Smoke

Drifted west ward
To the land
That holds rocks, trees, blood, and tears

Drifted back on memories
Long accomplished
Clouded, not forgotten

Sat and drifted
Listening to the wind
To the snow

In the midst of the worst of it
A storm
Delivering a clean new place

Knowing pain
Real and blinding
In the flesh and the heart

Living with it
And going on
Like a late spring flake

Sable crow danced with a great red hawk
And for a time
I drifted with them.

- K.

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