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| photo by Edward Rinaldi © |
snow globe people
we chose
the easy paths
sure footed
slow marched
parades
the fields and streams
outside the city limits
knew of wanting
we only mimicked
their shapes
we drew languages
in the sand
and wet clay
hoping the Sun
and ritual clocks
would fire-hardened
our shells
so that maybe
someday
on a shelf
somewhere
collecting dust
someone
would pick us up
and shake us
to the core
storming every lattice
of our water fed life
into words we knew
for more
EJR ©
Excellent - you always fill me with so many thoughts I become stuck for words.
ReplyDelete...hoping to reap
ReplyDeletethe combed words
we created
in delusion
of power
as if we had
an access
to divine will
to divide
and conquer,
like sower
to throw
the seeds
as deeds
in the ground...