Sunday, July 14, 2002

More Poetry Outtakes

Come Back From the Dead

Come back from the dead.
Do it as I cannot--
Out of gratitude.
As kids frolic in the meadow,
Warm raindrops
Are part of the ambience.
We can let the sky be our home.
We are walking in our sleep.

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