Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Dreams So

Our dreams so small American
big under the magnifying

glass that is more than a little dusty
images appearing so large

Our fingers waiting for ourselves
action we took no looking back

faces memorizing lovely smiles disappearing
Where are the trash cans for the trash we are not

Their words will eat them some day
then they will know what we have been

leading me back to your face
fearless hearts faces naming

dreams counted on an inch
given another mile wide moon

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