walking in the morning mist

walking in the morning mist
beneath the eastern glow of venus
and amid the vapors of dark morning
i can listen to my footfalls
on the street
and a song keeps echoing
against the walls
of my mind
over and over and over
and i keep the cadence to the
beat of images
of drums
and guitars
and lilting voices
wailing about
walking in the morning mist
beneath the eastern glow of venus

boise sep 2004

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