The rosemond post
A poet tells it
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
The Heat of Magic
It's fire everywhere.
A full day expends itself.
In Alaska, the light slants.
It increases the chances of a full tilt boogie.
I'm not sure what any of it means, I just believe.
As the sun sets, I'm buried in the thickest time of life.
Kiss me again.
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