John D. Hamilton
"Poet's Heart Trail"
A wooded trail of words,
the shape of a tear
or a carved out emotion.
And sometimes when it ends
you don't even remember your name.
Skin scratchy from grit and sweat
and clothes sticky and wet from heavy air...
And you can't even remember your name.
Posted March 14, 1997
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