Friday, April 8, 2011

art class

we stood on the plastic chairs
and dared each other to
into the quiet of our minds
     like rain bombarding
the root of a tree
and drawing it upward
     through the branches
          and leaves
carrying it to the
sky to meet the storm

we laughed as we crashed
     to the floor
and i realized the
     barking dogs
overwhelming his thoughts
kept him from
     closing his eyes and
          going deep


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