Thursday, September 22, 2011

First Writing in Rollingsville

Stumble Frames #10

Someone stands in the rain
I can't see their face but
I see an umbrella of rain

A surveillance camera watches
a stamp, that explains the Panopticon

Stars glide over carved mountains, our galaxy
small creek and vegetation beneath the Himalayas

A woman flies while playing the piano
or
reading a book
or
pouring a cup of tea

Red water covers broken streets
but a stranger walks like there are
people living happily on the moon

explorers walk underneath a tall Banyan Tree
but fall victim to orchids
and poison dart frogs

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