Wednesday, January 10, 2018

From Setopul

I was delighted to see nature fight back
and reclaim a small portion of land from those
who had encroached upon her majestic flow.

The traffic upon the bridge was slow
for nothing would move ahead
the helmet lines were impatient but dead
upon their track as I stood on the pavement
clicking right and left. Below, the water still flowed.
Above, the blue sky was too deep to be mired
by the city haze. God! I heard right then
the wilds howl against human intelligence!


                                                                                January 10, 2018 8:25 p.m.

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