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Monday, September 16, 2013

Prehistoric Dreams



A gray gray morning;
Sun is completely hidden;
Bars in the porch stare.



Shall I wait for sun
So that my feelings will rise?
Or sit morosely?



A brief flash of sunshine;
A brief flash of my spirits.
(How easy that was.)




The goose and the goat
Munch peacefully together.
(When there's food, there's peace.)



Patchwork quilt in sky;
Puffs of white on field of blue,
Textured by the sun.



Partly eaten leaves
Hang browning from the young tree;
Insects vie with Fall.
 


Firm, shiny green sphere
Hangs concealed in the branches--
An uneaten fruit.



Grove of giant ferns
Hanging from the hillside.
Prehistoric dreams.






















































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