Tuesday, June 26, 2007


By Mary Lee Gowland
From “The Guest of Tyn-y-Coed Cae”

Is there one more unformed vision
within these time worn walls?
It is difficult to distinguish
as of course it always is
the wish from the myth
when our senses are seasoned
by sorcery and wrong decisions.

I wonder if the number of foolish fumbles
decrease as we stumble through the years
or if slumping in our slumbers
brings us closer to the ground
til we slide through life
like so many slippery sounds
on wet cement.

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