bird cries lift me
from the shallow
surface of sleepwhile i slept
flood walls broke
southern cities drownedthese northern hills
bleached tan
the maples turnbirches rustle
storms swirl
lifting the seasouth and north
autumn comes
north and souththe darkening
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this is very nice!
Posted by: cindy | 21 September 2005 at 06:13 PM
This really is very special. Very deep. Almost silent.
Posted by: David | 22 September 2005 at 06:51 AM
Beautiful.
Posted by: Bitterroot | 22 September 2005 at 06:21 PM
Ah, it's soo wonderful to read your poems again.
Posted by: Cathy | 23 September 2005 at 06:02 PM
Intense vortex of a poem.
Posted by: Pearl | 26 September 2005 at 02:14 PM