if it weren't for the rain
my mind would be dry like the desert
do you hear me
i'm not eating your cake
if it were to rain more
i would be flooded
if the sun shone more
if the leaves changed every day
if butterflys and dragonflys left me
to head south west
i would be empty
those delays in time
those lapses in our season
feed me
like the sky fills the hawks need to fly
and to go
and to do
and to be
is filling me up
fat belly of my mind
fed again
to feed off the harvest for our winter change.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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