Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Bastard of the Leaf

Bastard of the leaf
has his first tastes of wind.
His veins feel
like twine.

He kneels to graze
on the cold dirt
and look for lucky

A long rope of dyed hair
falls from the window.

He believes everyone gets
one miracle,
so he eats his dirt
and climbs the rope.

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