crisp rest

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.

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§ One Response to crisp rest

  • Joel says:

    “here is a stillness that mustn’t be stirred
    for it is the food of a marching-on soul.”

    this is one of the best groupings of words that i’ve ever encountered. i’m so quietly impressed by this these brilliantly expressed sentiments that i’m not sure what to whisper. this poem is incredible.

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