Ever see a movement, or a shadow out the corner of one eye? Ever glimpse a moment in the forest of something passing by? Ive seen the shifting leaves, stirred over broken bottles and discarded trash, and Ive almost seen the faeries darting, peering as I pass. I know the woods are tiny, and border parking lots. They squeeze between forgotten places in rotting neighborhoods falling down. But I grew up there, wild like the seedlings scrabbling in the pavement. And with my roots I can now move stone.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 04:28:54 +0000
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