Day Ten Leafy Glen Terra Nova

October 10, 2010

Ten 10/10/10

The lips of Terra Nova parted

the eternal Atlantic, holly barbed

and songed and now marked

With first footfall. Awe fell

into work and the call to comfort

salt wound and the sea swell

In the soul that disbelieves

sanctuary. They that have the power

to hurt, do they grow with the leaves?

Will the wicked still run if no one

is chasing them? Can life be lived

well without prince and parson?