The Road Home.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

someday
somewhere
when the weather is still cold
winter has been long
and the possibilities endless,
i am going to pick you,
precious
wild
flower
sprung up miraculous
between two rocks
dissolving the solid stuff of impossibility

then we will go home.
all the way home

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