Wash the rain
before the sun
falls prey
to the clouds
that threaten
encumbrance
of a city.
Scrub the hail
that falls to earth
before the sky
opens up
devouring
a matterless town.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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This is poetry about life...our lives...with all of our differences and all of our similarities wrapped up in a big box that contains who we are, what we know and what we do. Please feel free to comment and add poetry of your own.
2 comments:
Thanks for visiting my poetry site.
Just been perusing your work. Great stuff. You write like a like--with a sense of history of the waking world, yet still in touch with a dream.
What a great description! Pretty much sums it up. Thanks so much.
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