fumbling

I walk through the high hills of sun country’s
belly, alone with my hopes for the unknowable
future.  As flaking mouths consume their daily
bread, miniature chariots blessed by Hermes
himself speed past my fumbling heart.   Fresh
blooms fly off into the coming night, disappearing
into hushed blushing sky.

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