The rays of dawn
blew peaches from
the wishing well,
a cantilever of
brightness
could not stand
the weight
of the wind,
it crept over the
rise like
a fortune teller
bearing the
truth from
depths of
coffee grounds,
our hearts skipped
a beat
when we realized
that the knock
upon the wood
had split
the 2x4.
It Split the 2x4
- stilltrucking
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I don't know why I even try markthe weight
of the wind,
your words like a fig tree to me
I can only hope that if souls are reborn
the nexti time that wheel goes round
I may have such beauty in me.
you give me words that fill my sails
I head to another shore
where truth grows on trees like shinning figs.
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