Saturday, January 21, 2012

There Used to Be a Sea Here

I hear what she's saying
And feel what she's not

My eyes wander down and up again
As my feet carry me over the stones
And cracked dirt holding fossils
Alongside the junipers bending every which way
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  1. BarbJanuary 21, 2012 at 3:14 PM

    Intuition - you and I both, Maggie. Let's pay attention. Sounds like you were hiking some place I'd like.

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