19 May 2010 § 1 Comment
my foot is a pillow for the plush man
who is still panting from our walk
that ended in beginning of an earth-wash.
the silence feels good on tired bones
as the earth submits its face to cleanliness
and i know the comfort of his dog-nap
has something to do with being near me.
there is a stillness that mustn’t be stirred
for it is the food of a marching-on soul.