Typewriter. Sonoma. California. 2.11.2012.

If the pastures pass through his eyes
Whose journey will rise from grass now covered
with footprints of aimless days now given
Lament as two heads lock eyes staring
so intense in unity that all who look on
would be hard pressed to say which is more high
as one will leave the path of pastures
To insure the man will remain but still
sometimes I wonder what's left upon the plain

-Lynn Gentry 11.10.2011

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