Sunday, June 20, 2010

peace like a river

The clouds rolled in like white cattle, drawing chalk dust together in their wake.
A jagged gull, needle-sharp, scathed the fragile sky with its wings.
An emerald island tossed its mane in the wind. It bowed to me as I passed.
Two night herons clamored across the mute river. They had ought against each other.

I had ought against no one; no thing, not ever.


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