9/25/06_Poem by Betina Hershey RussoWith my pick ax
I strike out into that great unknown
Of blazing red suns
Cactuses, and forever doodles.
I dig into the rocks and pull out
Squiggly lines, vibrant circles, loops
And love.
With my pick ax
I am tearing the world apart
One quirky ink line at a time
While your memory blows around me:
Kisses that stick to my cheek
With softest care.
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