she was a firewalker she sang a barefoot dance I thought I was dead
she looked up I thought I saw what she spoke I thought Spanish she
ran out in the rain I thought I could catch her the night I fell off the
mountain I was looking too hard and when it trailed off I thought I
saw it go farther so I went further til I lost what I thought I saw in
the rocks even the end came to an end and then there was no place
else to go except straight over the edge and I thought this must be
exactly what the very last moments of Lao Tzu must have felt like
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satnrose is a well-known antiquarian bookseller. He has been published in a number of magazines in the past,but since his reincarnation as ‘satnrose’ last year, he has been published in the EVERGREEN REVIEW, the ICONOCLAST, COUNTEREXAMPLE POETICS, DANSE MACABRE, APPARATUS, MAD SWIRL, etc., etc., etc., and has poems forthcoming in STRAY BRANCH, etc…..
Thursday, July 1st, 2010 12:32 am
Categories: Archives, Issue 4.1
