Untitled Until Now
Each to each
and each alone
striving, striving
to find home
we stride upon
this rolling rock
weighted with the
sad gravity of thinking
while flowers don’t
wish or want or worry
in this wind-weary world
With stones
in her pockets
she subsided
with stones
in her pockets
she drowned
Living with
death inside me
on and on
I dance
my life
Phillip Maguire © 2011
and each alone
striving, striving
to find home
we stride upon
this rolling rock
weighted with the
sad gravity of thinking
while flowers don’t
wish or want or worry
in this wind-weary world
With stones
in her pockets
she subsided
with stones
in her pockets
she drowned
Living with
death inside me
on and on
I dance
my life
Phillip Maguire © 2011
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