Friday, December 28, 2012

Rock Bed

Full marble moon
rolls snow shadows
across high Christmas chaparral.

A million moth fat flakes
fly in the face of a driven man,
wise tomorrow.

Short visit.
Long road ahead,
behind,
and beside the unblinking
lane change.

Family tree, measured
in miles. Our pace,
our place on the King's highway,
eternal.

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