valley man

He had rough hands

street hands

black hands

hands

that reached out

and felt the dark places

but

feeling the dark places

He would always return

with something in his face

his face that held abuse

served in an irrational way by society

the material society

a society existent on the dark places

the dark places

places that could not harness him

but only create temporary peace with him

for so many moments

He destroyed the dark places’ grasp

and finally

He danced up a wind

and mocked the dark places

until He laid silent,

waiting...

for when the brolga met his breath

inviting his dance to join hers

when,

once again

He felt the dance of the young