Solid but ethereal
The forms
At the lake
And on the road
Beyond the fence
And in the wind
Are scarecrows
From your past.
You see them as
Signposts for your future
But yours is the way
Of always.
Denying them would be your
Ruin.
And your shadow would sink
Into a community of darkness,
The bodies piled in ever larger
Black clusters.
(c) jim hill (3-03-03)
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