The Rush of Time
Nothing open
Quiet, rusty sleep
apples and a banjo
candles in the desert
eagles soar while
you dream
of violins
hope worn deep
xray wishes
bleached bones
thunder
and
the rush of time
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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