[ .salted.walks. ]

[ .salted.walks. ]

running
as it beckons
as the salted walks
bleed the last
of ice castle corpses

running
as it beckons
as the sunlit sultan
high on his perch
feather and down
is ready for merchant mating
soon to come

running
as it beckons
the on coming works
the glint of grass
the hint of hunt
slothly growing from
the rubble at our sneakers

running
as it beckons
as we are ever at the ready
your summer hair forgotten
your summer high reclaiming
all our destinies denied
in the drying sun


© Bryan McLean April 11, 2010
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