Sunday, June 13, 2010
Sense of purpose stands tall amidst the wavering trees,
once desperate stones.
"Forward," she whispers, "Upward."
That king of Redstone--
He heard it clearly, strongly, obscenely so.
And this now,
my own revival of spirit
gathers flowers, places light,
makes amends for this unfortunate gift.
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