Thursday, December 19, 2013

Old Poetry II

     A girl leads a goat down to the river.
Fog patches ease into the tiny valleys.
Fear chases love away.

     But does it flee for its life or find close cover
and spy from a safer distance?
Will you come back if I open my hand?
     The music is saucy and good. 
I still enjoy watching you move.
Light another candle please.

     Kitty cat comes to rest on the step.
Don't feed her or she will surely stay.
I see you behind that rock. It's brighter than all the rest.
I'll be down by the river in you choose
watching the water shift the stones.

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