Arrows on the Grass
By 1stpoet
Arrows on the Grass They came to dig today exhuming dirt and rock what was to be built? This was not known but the grid was set yellow lines for gas red for buried electric cable and TV-phone was green the arrows of direction where to not tread, or disturb for fear life as known would be disrupted why do we not draw lines upon ourselves? certain memories, fears, or dreams should not be dug up turned over, and sifted through my abuse as a child is a gas line a wrong spark could set me off on a trip into a fire like hell of memory best move cautiously here I remember days of ignorance boxed and buried communication lines that keep me thinking rationally If these are broken, would I venture off lost I have dreams of finding love do not cut those, for I may never live again. © Copyright 2002 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes Feb. 24 Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 12:09 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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