Wednesday, November 11, 2009

CHRONOMETER


The woman’s hand
Becomes a claw
And the folks say

Run!
Run!
Run!

But the sand
Is firm
And the tide is low

And walking
Is better
Than ever before

Endless inspiration
Inside the lungs

Posted by Martínez at 1:06 PM

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