(pastoral)?
devastation crumbles
formed sand washed
drips delicately
grain by grain
a cascade a flower blooming
in reverse
a low grumbling
mutters of discontent
thunder across dry hills
or laughter followed by a hacking cough
rough-cut saws through wet wood
buildings silently mark the space
a division of here from there
blind reflective glass
shadowless clouds
intermingle with passersby
patterned by the false
symmetry of rain on glass
(cityscape)?
where reality
and metaphor blend
where meanings made manifest
i speak with you
(August 2001- April 2003)
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