Friday, May 14, 2010


I’m an alien in the garden

Walking tall, thin and proud.


Not all are lost who wander;

Not all the lost are found.


I make my home in Evergreen,

Colors from long ago,


This pale afternoon sending water

Upon an ever thirsty soul.


When I arrive I’ll write you

From wherever it is I go.


Until then,


I wear the sky as my robing

And the earth as my home.


--051110 and 051210--

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