| | Wow. I haven't posted here in over two years.
I'm going to keep this blog open. Maybe Madame needs to resurface for a bit. Maybe not. We'll see. In the meantime....
All The Bees Are Dead
All the bees are dead and gone.
Still the heat lingers, a season gone off its tracks.
The ground is brown, brittle crunch.
Nothing grows. Nothing blooms.
We lie silent.
The dusty world waits.
Inevitable
I am lush and overgrown;
You are postage stamp.
I am volume and intensity;
You are background noise.
I am scarlet, sapphire, emerald;
You are beige, beige and more beige.
Our rough edges are measured
In mountains and canyons,
Rivers and deserts.
And if our twain should meet,
We would cancel each other out
Or I would die from lack
Or you would die of excess.
Either way, either way.
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| | Posted 2/13/2008 3:28 PM - 3 comments
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