Sunday, April 24, 2011

Livingston, Montana 8:23 a.m.

when I went away that blue morning
you were ripe as November
and I was scarred

there was no air
but enough sunlight for a lifetime
so I wished it away

and the rain
with it's tender hands, held me
under a blood orange Montana sky

© 2011 A.g. Synclair

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