The narrowness of the path should have warned me
Nowhere is a large place to be, a place to get lost
There were shadows, suns, even birds and trees
all of them as close as close could be
To step on flowers was like floating in air
I turned and faced them, little spearmen
ready to do homicide, or ready to flee?
Maybe ready to catch me and carry me
back in with shadows, suns, birds and trees?
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-05-12 12:18:08
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