Moonstone Mines

The mustachioed cowboy, cheerleader for a democracy
living only in memory, mingles in white-walled galleries
with impossible judges: people behind bars
erecting partition walls to ground the tangible.

The mural is fantastic–interactive youngsters
painting in total anonymity: digitized slaughter–
exploding pipes, cables and chemicals.

He proposed ten days ago, scrambling downhill
to get to the mountaintop. When she stopped,
he began to drive, to turn toward the runway,
ready for a quick plunge, gradually preparing
a big dive home.

02/14/09

From "Random Reports" Barbara Henry (harsimuspress@yahoo.com)

A collaboration between "Random Reports" and "Music From The Film"

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