Monday, August 28, 2006

After Bucking

I have left you a way to follow
Across the sun-drenched plains,
Scattered tracks through sand
And my voice upon the air.

I have left the way to follow
In the sound of your hand on my side.
I've dropped my shoes upon the sand,
A dream upon the winds.
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