Treasure Island

Guillermo Veloso

(September 25 1962 / New York City)

Autumn Morning


Broken and tired on
An autumn morning
I slipped on the golden wet leaves of a sleeping tree
With a fire locked in my bones
A resurrection free of faith
Plain and true lay at my feet
As myth melted away
Life was plain and open to
A resurrection of mind and soul

Submitted: Thursday, November 07, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 08, 2013

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