This is How I Plan for the Future
I watch the sun burn out of the sky,
rays unwinding, falling in angles
against furrowed earth,
and I draw my hand across the horizon, to feel the peaks
of mountains I have never seen,
to bathe in streams of whose currents
I have but vaguely dreamt.

1 Comments:
This is good, my favorite, A good "beat" poem.
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