10.06.2011

David


DAVID
there's nothing left in air worth breathing deep
for shallow breath a shallow heartbeat keeps
and in a topsoil life, your roots grow teeth
a clenched fist, your fingers running deep
and strong enough to grip the earth in hand
a single life could loose
like david
hope into the land

Poem by Jimmie Linville (first piece for Daniel and the Lions poetry book)

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