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It rushed beneath me like

Mud - water sliding from

Mountaintops and valleys,

From volcanoes and star fire

And gypsy moths to the flame

From oil and lavender buds

From ghosts and old guitars

 

The drums beat all night.

She was beside me

Holy and awakened -

The church of music on "high"

It's never below you -

Then and with a smile -

You're appointed to walk

In streets of beautiful people

 

July 22, 2005

John A. Conte` JR

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Poetry  By John Alan Conte`, Jr.
Copyright 2005
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