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Words of Waking

by Timothy Wilson

The Wind moves in the open drywall square
Surrounded by beauty and parting her brown locks
The lips quiver for a moment when the world stops
Before she speaks her words of waking
Mother earth hath held no beauty
As the day she laid upon the overgrown grass
Heart beating at my side
And speaking into the ground her words of waking

06/24/2009

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