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Overt smile increases
Dials on clocks reveal all
No stone left unturned.

Scarlet sky surrounds
Cosmos dawn invigorates
Nothing moves or stirs.

Wolves cry at silver
Paw prints left in muddy pools
Emptiness survives.

World of growth explodes
Anticipate our Summer!
Hide the Jack in green...

© by Richard James van der Draaij 2004

 

 

The waxed moon tilts her
face like a bird in flight at
incredible height.

The plaza´s ferns bend
like crooked witches sniffing
under passers by.

Beneath wrapped up stars
futile cries of battle
subside from tumult

Risen to acclaim
new glories from horizons
never to be born on
the moon´s orisons.

© robin ouzman hislop 2004

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