3/18/2006

Hasten Home (draft)

Hold "hunger" still-
its trembling,

earth following
with thunderous desire

and sleepless seeds
scattered by a widow's hand

will never flower.

Dreams where I
have learned to fly,

moments spared
their execution-

pardoned of their
thoughtful meaning

will not faithfully
redeeming- hasten

us to home.

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