Wednesday, April 09, 2008

MORNING

Branches crisscross the wet
And catch their breath.

In their maze
No monster waits
In their gaze
No slur, no praise

Branches crisscross the air
I, too, watch them there.

2 comments:

Dr. Dolly Darling said...

That was beautiful.
I loved it. I hope to see some more. :)

maya said...

Thanks, Dr. Dolly :).

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