A man of pity

The sweet smells of cedar
weave through trails of steam
rising with prayers

from a voice of pity
lost in desire of self,
praying to be free.

For some time,
the old man looks down
in silence

then speaks,
go listen to the winds
and remember
we make the bed
we sleep in.

© River 9/2011

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