Friday, July 3, 2009

A Man, Not Afraid of Flowers


I am not afraid of flowers,
not afraid of a sparrow's song,
not afraid of wind on long grass.
Not afraid;
though I know there is a price to pay,
bones to grind,
flesh to be ripped,
for a taste of this beauty.
I know there must be blood
running under this ground.






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