Tuesday, July 5, 2011


I cast my sword into the sky.
Rest my back against the mountain.

It is not my sky.
It is not my mountain.

I will cast no shame against the sky,
nor shame the mountain.

This path, chosen,
woven by centuries of ancestors
belonging to the sky;
belonging to the mountain.

A parade of souls,
passing by.

my neighbor's wife
ran off with
my wife's husband.

my wife 
ran them down
just outside of town
and took back
her husband.

that's the last we've heard
of my neighbor's wife
our my wife's husband.

there's probably
a lesson here,
and a moral, too.

we'd ask my wife,
but she's not talking.

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