Craft

The fluid swirve is etching inklines on the drap




I so admire this, your craft




Softly it scribbles the words "Are You Right?"




I know I am, while you know also




The image responds with a nod and a clap




Silence the winds my young son




Then exits the garden like a songbird in flight
















I know we have met here before, long ago




Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 00:50

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