Oh shit. A porcupine.

by Throwin Shapes   Jul 14, 2008


Our laughter split the smoke
coming off the wood we trudged for
then danced and spun itself back together
into the scent we choke on but love to remember

the lakes reflection of silhouettes and stars
was enough to remind us of that
feeling refreshed by a natural member
of the world they claim to grasp
is never forgotten but always remembered
and repeated again until our bones can't bend and
our muscles can't stretch
because everything else serves as a sheltered outlet

...to be continued

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