shaping a moment in the curving stream
no one could doubt that monster had been there
you did not wait nor did you want to stare
there was no dragon that could make more steam
than came that second what we have to deem
a proper cloaking of the midday air
is now in place and all would seem so fair
if you alone would not call us extreme
so name the motion of the water true
it will not matter when all children go
back to their duties and the rains return
we think that each should get the honour due
when what will happen is that we should know
only enough to say just who should burn
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
14 May 2008
so much to say
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