Twin Berries


In the Old Age,
when the world was still 
burnt & red & raw, 
copper flowed the lands
w/loose abandon
& a disrespect for all.

Soft prairies,
still able to hide the
morning dew,
sheltered the secrets of
the land by day,
only to unleash the
elements at night, 
when the mother moon 
called their names.

twin berries on a 
tree of forgotten name
drip liquid drops
on my head
& my mind is covered
w/the breeze.

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Last revised: 8-22-01