Thursday, February 27, 2014

Observe / d

The forest peers over the cliff
while the gray and black sky
looks down, wondering what
dreams the sleeping creatures
see as their bodies turn in fits.

The ocean speaks in waves
that no one can decode. Smooth
rock are unreliable in their
translations because their 
minds have grown soft.

A small fire is extinguished 
by frigid wind. A deer moves
cautiously towards the tide
and wonders how such 
language is possible.


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