Monday, May 23, 2011

The Rivers I Have Hidden From The Sea / 2011

The Raw Of The World

Outside a window,
in the raw of the world

The wind,
a rustle of razors
through new leaves

And spring's
warm rain
waiting to explode
in the wake of thunder applause

the ionized air
hovering above,
across green grass, more green
in contrast to a proscenium of grey

As a fox plays the silk light
for its better than even odds
against a rabbit no longer able
to outrun its shadow

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