Thursday, April 15, 2010

Day 267: tradition

the numbers are getting higher
like it means something to write
267 poems in a row
days pass like books
like these stories might only be words
but i know they are more
they are blood
and tears
the reason why my sister
who dances like tidal waves
bless her heart
will turn away from young dreams
because she feels right within the walls our these traditions
we can feel traditions
just as easily as we can taste these words
there is something real in 267 days
we wonder
how long forever will take
will there every be enough words
is a year real
if no one remember the words they held in their bones

who are we all writing for?
hopefully not just for the daze

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