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A Blogger’s(Silent) Poetry Reading
February 3rd, 2006
my feet walk with purpose
on sand and sidewalk
on tian’anmen bricks
and red squares.
they sweat and blister
and bleed in heat and humidity
and cry for help
after 40 days and 40 nights
and countless miles in
unwashed socks.
even then, my feet sometimes
dance, flying over curbs
and cracks, and caverns,
neatly sidestepping
certain failure, tango-ing
always into the unknown.
my feet may yet forgive
such indescretions as
five forbidden city miles.
they may soon heal from that
hike over hogno khan.
and maybe then they will yearn
like I do
to walk with purpose again.
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February 3rd, 2006 at 10:20 am
An Indigirl original, I’m sure…
Very nice.
Reminds me…I owe you an email…I talked to my sister. I’ll do that later today – promise!