The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they're given wings.
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A road might end at a single house
but it's not love's road.
Love is a river.
Drink from it.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
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