The Cluttered Path
Looking pastThese tiny bumps of wrath that
bubble upward
As a stone that
sits upon a log
awaiting kicks to drop it's fate.
I move so slowly
as the weather
takes it's toll.
My bones are fragile.
Raining secrets
Coming down to
wet our pallet
Ever waiting
poison favors.
Strike a bullet
Simmer down
I can't do everything
or manage frowns
inside my heart.
I melt so slowly
Butter thins to
blend in batter
Making cookies
for the weather.
Taking down
a stony path
I bring my basket
with the wrath of numbers.
Carry burdens
Wrestle free
Smelling candles
sent from the
unending circle.
Prickled thorns
that wind around
I miss and stumble
Falling in a sea
of nothing.
12-30-09
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