Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Quick prints.

Barefoot I match my pace
To the earth's pulse
The heartbeat of this place
Underfoot under concrete
Under ore veins convulse
Frenetically
A bed of dust comes
Tucking in its sheet
Whirling in the hot air
Twists pathetically
A frantic orange warmth
Conspiring with the earth
Wreaking havoc on my bare feet

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