16 March, 2010

The Third Place

Bald boulder,
seemingly the top
of a world,
my world, filled
with wind,
sweet of pine and
moss, sun
warmed of the surface
I sit on.

Sky, filled with white
cumulus clouds,
summer blue surrounding,
as the pen
in hand on the page reveals
the words.

I must always leave.-daw

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