Thursday, December 4, 2008

30

A walk like any other 
- day after day

whether the sky 
is blue black 
or cold steel grey

On this day 
the shadow is gone
feelings thronged for 
the redwood forgotten

a stump on the trail
I had worn - 
a remembrance 
of friendship-
our roots had 
not been torn

Until the day
we see again - 
whether you be
a chair or paper thin.

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