Wednesday, July 8, 2009


Grinded earth
has brought the fluttering winds
To a standstill
Clay mixed
With lone drops
Soft grass rooting
Her ear
On the green

Her eyes
see caterpillars pass
A whet puddle
under her cheek
Body merges with grass

As caterpillars and ants follow
the fainting rhythm
of her heart

Silence remains

and soft flutters
of distant butterflies

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