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and mountains of the Mexican border
I've followed the calls of birds
that don't exist into thickets
and up canyons. I'm unsure
if all of me returned.
- Jim Harrison
(illustration LFB)
Another trek to the river of Gone Words Another sack of snap-backs One more time of packing it down To throw in and be forgot Another bunch of words not said Another expression stillborn on my tongue One more bouquet of complaints Tossed into the River of Gone Words Another wish sent to drown Another desire to let go One more urn of the unspoken Sacrificed to River of Gone Words This is safer This is best These are better left unexpressed
Lovely. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI've been in those thickets and canyons, my father was born in the upper peninsula of Michigan and I lived many years on the Mexican border. And in Mexico probably saw birds that didn't exist. I'd be happy to think I left something of me be behind. Thanks.
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