A MIGRATION OF BEASTS

I walked alongside a nomad
today, on my way home
with whom I shared a stretch of path
and a stretch of time.

He told me great stories of 
ten foot giants,
rivers that flow purple,
and lands I would never see.

He floated alongside me with his
wings that were painted green by
a scarlet sun, a weeping moon;
baptized under spiral trees, swarms of bees.

Fare thee well you lonely beast.
Be strong, be bold.
Run away from the 
rain that chases you.

#17.

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