Slick paint on the floor

Florescent lights pulsing

A bookshelf full of moccasins

Spinning webs in the corners

My thoughts echo

I slip into a dream

Lake of elixir, cat tails swaying

Under the surface the real work is done

Hyperactive anemic mice scurry

When the footsteps are near

Clouds part: the sun splits them

Angels croon

And doves sing

In the supple clouds

But no rain comes


It is a misfortunate occasion which prompts this affair

A drought as it were

Breathe in through your nose six seconds and out the same way six seconds

Perspective plus acceptance equals peace

Bitter cherries abounded briskly

Shaking on the branches in the storm

And at last the sky opened and allowed rain to fall drop by reviving drop.


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