Go where you're bidden;
thunder is lightning's shadow.
Carry water to the mountain.
On the way, if you hear drums,
dance without spilling a drop.
Let the clocks stop. Who would shorten the road?
Thursday, June 29, 2006
If You Hear Drums
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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