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Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Mud Puddles Today


Mud puddles today
Reflect the thick cloud cover
And the tall mute trees.








The sky will open
Unleashing torrents of rain;
Just now I am dry.











There's foam in the stream;
Light whiteness caught by the rocks--
Mix of air-water.


Stubborn snow remains;
Small patches don't know it's Spring;
They will soon find out.

It's a soggy time;
The woods have become a marsh;
Earth waits to catch up.

The road is rubber;
Trees, leaves have disappeared.
I have lost my feet.


Old tire in the stream
Filled up with leaves and debris
Is rolling nowhere.

Tangled dead tree trunks
Lie in a wooden embrace.
Closer than life.




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