Wednesday, March 26, 2014


I stood upon a hill today

while a wave washed the whole town away

I watched as precious possessions floated

with sadness their passing was noted

and the bodies that loved these things

went by eddying in endless rings

and as I stood upon the hill

I wondered what wave will wash me away....

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