While the radio talked to itself
about the day’s news
we woke up and made love.
Then in the time it took for our
shadows to do a one-eighty
you had flown away to
the island of snow,
towards the mourning sounds
of mutton birders.
16 May 2006
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Inspiring mountain man news it was too;-)
Love the shadows doing a 180 time image too.
Thank you, by the way love your weta photo. We woke up this morning to a dead one in our bath, our cat loves them.
I liked this in whole, but my favorite part is, "you had flown away to the island of snow, towards the mourning sounds of mutton birders."
One word in this poem inspired me to write my own poem around that word. The word was "Radio" I've already posted it.
Hey thanks Travis, checking your poem out now. :)
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