Sunday, July 20, 2008


Angry planners, stateless, roadless,
Sleep through their rage
For now.

Not even the crunching sound
Of stars being crushed can stir these heroes
Whirling in empty orbit.

Anyday anyday anyday

The dreamer will rise to
A hollow sound-a blown horn
The desert wanderer blows
To call her dreamers home.

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