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Monday, January 19, 2009


Up on high
And down below
To strip the ship
Of silver glow
And afterwards
Before you fly
Go taste the moon
And drink the sky
The tea of gods
And food of kings
This empty vessel
Sprouting wings
Of searching souls
And steadfast sails
The pounding waves
On wood and nails
To tame the night
From once we knew
And follow with
The morning dew
Asleep and driving
Winding hills
And sudden tears
From window sills

David L. Bowman