Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Progress.



This is how we write our story:
a river bed channeled
through another swale
its pulse
trees and grasses
bent to our will.

Swirls
of wind
on still water.




 


5 comments:

  1. oh, this is how we inflict ourselves upon the earth.

    but the earth will snap back.

    xo
    erin

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  2. exchanging one life for another...must we always put our hands to things bending them the way we want?

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  3. Humans are destructive – we may get the planet yet!

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  4. Sounds like a woeful tale of survival. Hugs to you. And - I enjoy your poetry!

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