The Mountain Moves Me

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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

So Many Things Forgotten That Don't Seem To Matter Now

The moon slipped past him.
The day came and went
before the question returned.

He held himself in his hands
in a photo they had said was
him, but he couldn't believe.

At night there were no stars.
An owl flew by him twice.
The wind blew to open a gate.
Posted by Billy Joe at 6:52 AM
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