Thursday, August 11, 2011

Lovett

voice
craggy boulder with fissures
alone on a plain

he stands still
leaning slightly forward
black suit understating

narrow face
eyebrows raised in friendship
he sings of loss and gain
of whimsy and weeping
of rising up after defeat
of standing tall to the end

the rock sits shimmering
alone
unique
steadfast

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