Thursday, April 27, 2006
Bystander
Wheels of doubt rolled over me, shoved down face to face to the pavement. Bystander where did you come from? You tend to this roadkill with gentle determination. You scrape me up, carefully, whispering sonnets of heavenly themes. I'm wounded, cut and barely moving. Good Samaritan with tender words,...
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