love letters from my 34th summer

April 6, 2007

Against Nothingness

Filed under: Poetry — Doom @ 12:18 am

Look: A farmer forsaking soil and sun is wrestling in the grass with his dogs. One is yelping; the other, a recent stray, has escaped and looks on at the ready.

Like a seed planted and forgotten and prepared to pierce dark dirt suddenly, maybe even today, a day of grass stains and the hope of Spring.

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