Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Numbers 24: In Writing

Face the wild
flow with the  floods
flung  on earth
eyes wide-shut
watching the rain
tear down

Open your mouth to water
Fill to the brim with words
I see, but not now
Behold, but not close
A star streaks the sky
glistening the dew drops

Will they still be there
when morning comes?

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