mirror found
old trees carved
native dancer eyes
wind sight
looking for a warm night
where
in the morning light
girl looking for free
warm seasons calling
sand too slowly falling
fingers open
fingers closed
painted color glass
windows opened at last
freedom without sound
music in dance
carving words onto
those roads
long roads
drawings in the sand
girl
with a mirror in her hand
Brings back thoughts of the open road and dancing to the tune in one's head recently addicted to from the AM radio in the car. And there was always the mysterious girl that appeared to make freedom really free. Most long for that these days. But it's still here for the young, more than ever.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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