Wednesday, October 1, 2008

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There was nothing fierce
about it, more a gentle
finality that settled
like a slivered rock
might find the river's floor
after flitting about her skin.
Some little boy flinging rocks
from the shore as if her chaos made
not a bit of difference to the days outcome
and did it really?
She'd not fail to smooth out properly
before night fell,
or morning brought another rock.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

this needs work!

Jenny said...

No way, I really like this one!

Anonymous said...

hmmm still dont like it

Seems out of order