Sunday, December 13, 2009

Heart
tumblings throttle my fingers.
Quakes
rumble down, shudder and linger.
There's
no stopping the persistent ringer.
I'm
humbled with each coming zinger.

Do
you know of the seeds that you sew?
Do
you see where your words make me go?
When
I try to stay safe and lay low,
You
hurtle me up into your flow.

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