The Mountain Moves Me

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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

The Dead Canary

The gut holds a secret
a stranger knows. 

Through a peephole
the pilot light still burning.

I go about my life again,
little nudges 

that turn to bruises
in places no one can see.

The yellow heaven
that can never be filled. 


Posted by Billy Joe at 6:56 AM
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