Poem Hunter
AA (9.26.72 -? / new york city)


it's only rain
that washes my hands
of things
i can't forget
cleaning my roads
to home

it's only the wind
i hear
when the world
rises in my head
clearing the song
that calls me
to peace

it's only the moon
that shines
on my face
and gives me eyes
in this shadowed life
guiding me
to rest

it's only soil
between my toes
a firmer ground
than ideals can give
giving me a place
to make
a stand

i don't need much
but what g*d
can give
and the strength
to use
these gifts
in accordance

everything else
are just

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