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RIPPLES AND ROOTS June 20, 2011

Posted by brownsweaters in poetry.
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There are loose ends around the earth,

flapping as the world spins.

There are explosive ripples,

water under the earth,

turning up buildings and soil,

forcing balance to run away.

There is a wind that echoes the day,

howls the nights,

plugging ears with dread,

forcing silence in places it never should be.

There is one tree, the largest in the universe,

waiting for rain to touch each leaf.

But until that day comes,

it looks down at all that is happening

and wonders if roots are such a good thing.

 

 

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