Saturday, April 11, 2009

Poem #10

Rain runs left to right

While snow falls down to the ground –

The whisper of water deep in the ground

Shouts above the raucous cry

And hapless hippos hike uptown

Grinding fields of grain to flour

As thousands of guppies gallop and fly

Hundreds of feet up into the sky

Without the benefit of water

Just sky.

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