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The Pear Blossom Highway (Free verse) by Shardik

Father, I must drive Push through the night Return to the land My hands are browner now Adult, competent, fated, and my little boy laugh is the headline. My scamper, my giggle with bow legs another memory kept heartsick and heavy Too close to call, you. Up, and apologize for the way I fear the work of an honest man Followed you, I did, past the high ground and the composite of death into the belly of a bleached whale's skeleton smack dab in the middle of heaven.

Shuushin 7-Apr-04/7:48 AM
Yep, thats a keeper.




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