The Wounded Year
When all the marbles leave the bag
Fret not, weekend wrangler,
For the beat of your heart
Wobbles the very Earth
This your wounded year
With waves calling from pier to pier
Rise, rise your gutless cheer!
Fear not the flashing spheres
Running over shadow-patched cracks
Gleaming with the glory of unkept dreams
Sending shockwaves through Heartlands.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2009
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