Sunday, January 27, 2008

Schwag Song

Welcome Home
Welcome To The Tangle

If I wander, I could linger,
among the mossy sentinel boulders,
where the moon-glow laughter gathers,
and seeps back down to the river.

Heya tangled river woman,
teasing hippies out,
to the dancing pools and green-leaf shade.

Heya paper cups,
and glowing strings,
all the things that gather here,
twist themselves, unfurl themselves,
a spiral in seach of a center.

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