I want to draw lines
connecting all the amber
parking lot lights
Which compete
With the friendly red eyes
on the backs of the cars.
I want to draw mountains
outlining all the fir trees
- stark cutouts
against the billowing
blue sky.
I want to draw in
To my sphere
All that is beyond
- My designers perspective
For it is dark,
And the lights,
the trees,
delineate my horizon
And there
is something waiting
on the other side -
I will reel in my dragons
with the lines I draw,
and face them
with the fortitude I draw,
When the moon
grows
over my mountains.
-7-18-93-
Thursday, November 12, 2009
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