Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Rust and Metal Handles



























I too live in a death house.
Root rot between
sugar maple and dogwood
burning my toes.
But I'm not sad or thirsty,
I've got the wind
and a little piece of sky.
When it thunders
I stick my bones out,
wait for rain, and smile.









©  Sergio A. Ortiz, Publisher:  Flutter Press, 2009

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