Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Dimes for Dementia, St. George, Utah, 22 March 2017

I let the tall trees swallow me. I was me
For a passage, and me was I. We waltzed.
You're welcome to place yourself in these
Shoes and prance around. Just imagine!
You too could be, are, were both I and me.
Now look, I said. The trees are blue. Clouds
Blossom in their branches. How strong
The trunks appear in our minds together.
Let's get lost in here. Blue leads to blue.
If we travel any further together, we'll all
Disappear. The pillars fill the compass rose
And we can't go wrong, not anywhere, I said.
There are always more gaps up ahead.

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