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montag runs Jan 2012
a flag listless
hangs- a song unsung
children chant' await
and chant again,
and run- give chase
to all that will run
as well
the breath that stirs-
awaits
and the madness of a
clear blue sky
thirsts the bake
_____

I once, a child was
montag runs Dec 2011
I saw a sky
slate grey- clear
but for
clouds that
wanted away-
drift listless

I thought of death
under a sun
unconcerned
and I breathless

I fear silence
between you
and I, tonedeaf
I sing
this, my melody.
montag runs Dec 2011
this path
that leads
I follow

worn before I
stepped first
I place foot
in cadence set

yet I stray
seek echoes
and shadows left
by leaves
montag runs Dec 2011
this air that travels
and wet through
window, grasps
my face in welcome
has scent of field
grown uncut, pastures lost
forgotten- the edge
of city restless
like the breath that
fills these lungs
and seeks a
path elsewhere
montag runs Dec 2011
the touch that
draws a face
to accept a
kiss, skin tensed
on fingertips
seeking the yield
that tilts a head
to yours


the gasp
of a kiss first
shared, we mistake
call love
yet love's gasp
comes later
montag runs Nov 2011
you broke me
down, past where we
met- to a hurt
I dont understand
unsure
I am lost now
without  your
touch

and your touch
broke me down
to a hurt, I
dont understand

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