watching
By ecologist
Butterflies on bed sheets/ skyline...eclipsed/ by cerulean night/ and voracious cicadas/ barking... after 17 years/ of silent hunger//Breathe...in the echoes/ of lightning torn trees/ screaming to the hollow dark/ ...and the whine/ of rubber on asphalt//scars...furrow the surface/ of my face/ lines...charting the movement/ of life/ through faceless, nameless/ children.../proving themselves. Written October 25th, 2001 © on Oct 25 2001 12:49 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Butterflies on bed sheets/ skyline...eclipsed/ by cerulean night/ and voracious cicadas/ barking... after 17 years/ of silent hunger//Breathe...in the echoes/ of lightning torn trees/ screaming to the hollow dark/ ...and the whine/ of rubber on asphalt//scars...furrow the surface/ of my face/ lines...charting the movement/ of life/ through faceless, nameless/ children.../proving themselves...."