Quiet Mountain Essays

Copyright © 2005; All Rights Reserved by Author

Wells
by
Charles Luden

The blood I have could be yours
if you sing the song I need to know.
This late parade between here and there
moves as drunks looking for freedom.
If we know we look away.
If we don't we look in.
Scared of this moment
we turn to the wall.

The night before us seems ours
if we hold up the sign
but those behind make gravity dear.
Suck us down to stories we fear.

Knowing the outcome tempers the feeling.
Riding the flow eases suspicion.
Walking here with you validates eternity.
Proves one can't escape sweet delirium.
(On this road. On this road...)

Contributor's Notes...

Charles Luden is a long-time resident of Sioux Falls, South Dakota, where he was the recipient of the 2004
Sioux Falls Mayor's Award for Literary Arts.  Mr. Luden plays the drums and collects marbles; he is also a
scientist at the U.S.G.S. EROS National Center.  His books Virgin Death and West of Venus are
available from the author at P.O. Box 46, Sioux Falls SD. USA 57101.

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