Ledger
I don't look, and I don't see
I hold it back from everybody
I figure it out, the only way I can
a narrow ledge with sharp incline
stepping over all that will not hurt
just for once it almost works
it scratches and claws to find a way out
all the reasons that I think about
a part of me that I won't show
push it to the back so no one knows
I hit rewind to where it all began
they don't listen or understand
but I know--but I know
what it is all about
the divinity of all that is silently written
the ledger full of numbers and superstitions
like the mountains to the north with the same name
where saguaro grow and don't lay blame
a coyote howls in the dead of night
singing the phrases of its own plight
hungering for all that it longs to possess
out there in the lonely wilderness
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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