Tuesday, August 4, 2009


Finally the fall of rain
creep creep the morning
along the quickening
slow go slow
today from fasting
holds a fortune
call them little pieces of torment
and change

a rag to rage the indifferent dirt
split and narrow crease of sorrow
hanging tree so glory bound dry
golden brown in stages curtained
to the naked almost gone

a cage fast from cloud escapes
the hungry night
and the brittle leaf
the weeping keeps
then falls

all grace of mending water
come save day

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