Monday, May 07, 2007

POEM - At Even Sky

At even sky
Before moon has loosed
Her laces to run barefoot
Through blue-black night field -
Before the velvet of dark
Drapes a vanquished color over us -
Two languorous trees,
composed, reverent, and still,
sway with the gentle swagger of a compass needle
In quiet repose and pray.

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