Monday, June 30, 2008

Poem: After the fall

I laughed at the wind,
falling down to scrape both knees.
Not my lowest,
but pain knows
no comparison.
I watched the swan people gather;
ugly as roast lamb.
Oh how I aimed to be one.
When the sun finally rose
I was amazed to see
it's balance.
How simple peace is
when all it takes
is nothing.

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