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Saturday, August 24, 2013

Other Shapes

The bright cloud and its
dark shadow, moving over
the land, much like me.

Today, I am a
cloud passing over prairie,
stingy with my rain.

I am turbulence,
rising from rocky foothills,
unseen, only felt.

I am an idle
pen, waiting for an earnest
hand to speak through me.

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