i'm building a cabin
somewhere high
a mountain retreat
that touches the sky
and the mountain has a sound
something low that i can feel
a stillness massive, full
of the earth
counting logs, the hours pass
snowflakes melt on window glass
fire logs insides roar out red
imagination is my bed
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
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