who waiting for the end will hear the rain
not as a drumbeat but a kinder sound
will watch it soak into the thirsty ground
and for that moment forget all the pain
flowing to creek to river then to main
we send the stories that we have not found
measuring pleasure by the ounce and pound
life is a matter of no loss nor gain
cobweb that stretches twixt the house and fence
glistens with raindrops that attract the eye
but having done so all its cause is lost
we send the hungry creature further hence
treating it as we would a shill or spy
and thinking only of the daily cost
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
04 October 2007
definition of order
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