The Purple Brick Road

Living in the aftermath of Oz

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Ritual


Autumn rain falls on the roof with a tribal beat
and I speak to the darkness to invoke the dance

one corner
two corner
three corner
four
join hands
same stance
face toward
floor

Ring-a-round the rosie
A pocket full of posies
Ashes ashes ashes ashes


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Labels: poetry

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