Wednesday, December 7, 2011

pretzel folded legs
looks expectantly to the future
hoping for the best
but demanding the better
little does he see, silly marbled eyes
all glass, long ago unfocused

heroic rivers marched through mountains
carving them down to hills
now dried creek beds meander slowly through the waste
with every rain they surge with strength
they bide their time, they only have an eternity

the flaws are in every-thing
that he can see
it makes them beautiful
demands are as empty as the bed he has made
and with rainy eyes that blink back to focus
the river will cover him up