Tuesday, September 6, 2011

half & half

The golden ochre
sky reflects wispy
clouds onto the river
surrounding thatched huts.

The clouds-
fingers,
extend for miles,
low in the sky,
groping for the steeple.

And the arthritic trees
interrupt the blended
Horizon where the j
a
g
g
e
d
silhouette of the river-
grass invades
on weaving water.

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