Saturday, July 11, 2009

Every Valley (100th Post)

Every valley shall be exalted
At least that’s how the song goes
I suppose that is the hope,
though it’s tough to muster
the zeal or assurance
to make it a battle cry.

Down here it’s comfort food,
a blankie, a lullaby
a hope—but not in the strong sense.
It is a safe house
the barrel
I cling to after a shipwreck.

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