Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Come Find Me

by Tammy T. Stone

Come find me,
The world depends on it.
Meet me at the stepped rock
You know the one
Atop Pure Land Mountain.
You say you haven’t heard
Windhorses rustling in holy height
I say, find your way to
The air is so thin up there
That skin and bones fall away
Leaving everything we need,
The space between us.

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