I am already returning
before the incense left my clothes--the dust and thyme
before the sun left my hair
every word I speak is a greeting
every step I take--takes me one step closer to you
do I care if your arms are outstretched?
--no. Keep them at your sides
I never had any expectations
am coming just to bide
Friday, May 8, 2009
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