orgami's Diaryland Diary

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what it was.................

the waves were greasy
clots of sunshine holding
on that damn cold of
fall at your back
the sun on your eyelids
still warm..and the moon
rising beautiful

not enough wood
never enough wood
sleep wake up walk around
pull in the logs
sleep wake throw in the logs
till morning light enough
to walk about freezing fingers
but that cold drink from the stream
the wet knees.. Look up through
the fog that light

that fire still alive

10:33 p.m. - 2012-09-10

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