March 8, 2009

i was briefly a giant

a warm day in march and the sun
is rubbing my shoulders and the
dead trees are reaching up to grab
my hands as i pass and i am not
even bothering to look at where i
am going i mean i could step on a
schoolbus right now and the screams
of children would be the tiny wiggling
of ants' antennas i am strong and my
shadow stretches clear into the next
county i will swat the birds out of the
sky and push the hills around i am
a glacier all smiles and nothing i mean
nothing will ever stop me
nothing can ever stop me


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