Sunday, June 27, 2010

Well in that case

            I thought of the river
            Roiling around its impediments.
            How many times had
            It smashed its banks
            In frustration?  So I pulled
            The curtain to look
            At the mountains.

            Existence might not be
            All that it should
            But I recently
            Saw the cracks
            From the last quake --
            Stood astraddle
            Its current stillness.

            That afternoon
            While sipping espresso
            I refused to look at the curtain's flutter
            Desiring instead
            To see what
            Was left
            Of determination.

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