Sunday, October 3, 2010

they sweep by ...



they sweep by ...

they sweep by in the wind
like swirls of dusty pollen
catching hold in the earth
along seashores
and prairie roads
in the crags of grey rock
and by collapsed fence posts
it is a miracle that they survive to grow
and a mystery how soon
they are gone
these future flowers
with oh so small hands
holding dreams like wooden spoons
in empty tin bowls

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Posted by Kennedy James at 5:52 AM

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