My Eyes Bleed Like Crocuses

When I am blind, my eyes bleed
like crocuses in the snow.

When I cannot hear,
I listen to rainbows.

When I lose my tongue,
children sing my song.

Bread, earth, stone.

Blossoms in a meadow
where a city once had grown.

Asleep beneath the ground,
I feel no pain as beautiful
as the life I know.

Or the one you remember
when you kneel down,
the one you�ll dream
when you go home.

Soft, sweet, unintended,
the same path, together, alone.

December 27, 2005

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ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4
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80 pages. Paper.
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