i have no idea. i don't like it very much.


the rush

the rush of days
blends with the
slow steady beat
of a thunder storm.

the tap from the
water faucet mixes
with a note from a
white piano key.

so let us pray for
a storm that lasts
for days. one that
floods our streets
with water.

so let us turn the
faucet on high with
a bunring temperature.

so let us play the
notes faster, because
we just skipped levels
and now we are
professionals.

so let us get caught
up in the rush of days.
the stress and drama
will grab hold of our
hearts and lead us to
better times.



Poetry by kaytee
Read 437 times
Written on 2007-06-11 at 05:36

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