The Air We Breathed
You tripped and said "I'm sorry" I laughed
as I caught you before you hit the grass.
We went all the way, then,
letting the blazing star's
cape cover us
before the sun could finish the day.
I still hear the acorns dropping,
the snap of a crow,
the rustle of the corn tops,
the air, I still hear
the air
we breathed.
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10-08-2009
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09-19-2009
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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Air We Breathed | 5 | 09/19/2009 |
| Forgive Me, Earth | 4 | 09/19/2009 |
| Flaws And All | 4 | 09/19/2009 |
| Stranded | 1 | 09/17/2009 |
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