Tuesday, November 6, 2007


Rain drops.
Grain grows.
Woods bend.

Between the heaven and the earth the play never ends.

But in the shell of their homes
They scream and scratch
Like deaf and blind cats and dogs.

Out in the fields
The rain laughs and drops;
The grain giggles and grows.
Beyond the fields the woods bend and sway
To the tune of the wind.

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