Friday, May 20, 2011

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a ladder leaning against an apple tree
bombs plowing the fields
a pretty pebble plunges into a pond

the moon hiding behind the clouds
fingers moving on braille notes
a crow drinks water from a creek

they hardly speak to anyone
anyone hardly listens to them

a creek kissing a crow
braille notes crawling beneath fingers
clouds rub their faces against the moon's

a pond meeting a pretty pebble
fields blooming into bombs
an apple tree leans on a ladder

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3 comments:

Old 333 said...

'a creek kissing a crow'....shivers down my spine for a moment. Thanks for the poem, Human.

Francis Scudellari said...

It's amazing what a change of perspective can do...

human being said...

glad you found it communicative, dear friends Peter and Francis...