You and I
by Patricia Fritsche | The sun sat down and cried one day,
as it looked down below. The wind
sharp shooting anything in its way
leaves twirling in a lost daze, the visions
brought to them, again, in this hour.
Barren clouds wearing long face
no faucet here to be turned on, or off.
Earth as humble on fallen knees,
sometimes the drone of rickety laughter taking for granted
the strength of their shade, gets a bit much,
knowing the doings of long standings, proud and tall
in nature's summit is good.
The shovel of life leaving its sweat on paralyzed ash,
hoping something new and better will take hold.
And, follow in this politically correct kingdom of
our first and last breath. | Patricia Fritsche
Copyright © 2005
Listed 11/14/2005 |
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