Sometimes, I write poems.
Monday, August 04, 2008
It is appropriate that the name is unchanged
whether singular or plural.
For tonight I saw one,
seeming to bow for all things living
toward the grass.
The Northern Lights and the stars
were together less majestic than the single breath
huffed, as the branch beneath my foot
sent all things living, echoing
over the ridge.
© Ciprianowords Inc. 2008
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