Wednesday, September 01, 2004

a thousand things

(2nd draft)
i walk and then run
over the glades, under the sun
arms flailing, lungs afire
unmindful of glaring eyes

I rush and then halt
a commotion stirred, sudden.
the grass all rustled
as a thousand things fluttered

the sky is darkened
by shapes of the thousand
things, seemingly endless
stretching to forever

a closer look accorded
a mindful eye, sees
the wondrous sight
of a thousand wings’ flight.


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