Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 572

Cycle 2
The whole idea, the whole project
was discovered on the brink of madness,
destruction historically recorded
in green skies of falling trees,
broken glass memories,
and one simple brilliance
that shares the same disastrous omen:
nature knew better than to let it slip idly by.

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