This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

A Deeper Silence

We drive 200 miles to a national park,
to a motel room with carpets and lamps
where we argue some more the same old

(But when we stop fighting,
we are in a redwood forest.)

1 comment:

Pam said...

I love the juxtaposition of the mean and profound.