Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Eyjafjallajokull's Sigh

When the earth sighs it cannot help but breathe out the remnants of the poweful fire inside.
Caught
under the canopy of ash.
we
small men
sigh and
our breath
flutters only papers.
Stranded.
Reprimanded:
Grounded. For now, at least, as we remember. death. and the weakness of our breath.

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Beauty in a Barn and a Blanket of Snow

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