More in Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen)
A moment to wonder
The weathered wind spins out of control
Collecting remnants of every old fear
Creating little pockets of calm
In the ever gyrating wave of tears
Rummaging the little snippets of reel
Running through the collected years
Tripping over the yellowed pages
Playing leap frog with dogged ears
Refusing to see the pain etched in lines
Plugging all the holes so it can't hear
And looking for the next thrill
Accepting all new volunteers
- Shannon McEwen
Sharp like a wet noodle
on Jan. 23 2012
from Canada
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