poeme d’jour

awoke at 4 am
thinking of the great bird you will ride
shattered pottery on the ground
echoes of sunrise in the west

thinking of one more embrace
i awoke to the last watch
or maybe the early watch
can't be sure

except i thought
of the mountain you will climb
the birds of the forest
guitars jangling at your feet

28.Aug.03

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