Sunday, October 4, 2009

bend of the river with trees and dusk sky

cliff climbs out of the sun
moss against it
angles of bark
walls brush

clouds once were the fastest thing

shadows and grass spun
wings fall like leaves
when they so will
air at an angle to tilt

dreaming clouds

twigs of all ages
lapping the far shore
clouds the ridge hides
pink to an edge

for their final shape

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