Copyright © 2000 LeeAnn Heringer
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Copyright © 2000 LeeAnn Heringer
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through the empty places i must walkhow could i not stare at the sky when the storm crested the breakwater of the coastal mountain range and boiled in. the moon. a frantic swimmer caught in the tide her smooth white head bobbing up (is she still alive?) then swept away. and the (bad boy) vandal wind threw leaves and twigs, the trash of autumn, up with both hands. so i drove home through the confetti and disco lights of a witching hour party. our money guy called today to tell us he'd sat down with bill gates for a couple hours and told him everything our product. our plans. our dreams. and anyone else would have been thrilled, would have been in awe, that their names had been spoken in the presence of bill gates. but i felt the dark eye of mordor and all the other names we keep for the evil we believe that we can beat fuse together and turn towards me. the shadow king has noticed us -- nothing good will come of this. |
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