Making Do
What if a much
of a whether it's
wind laid down
its weapon and
wept? A crow,
sensing it's not
time yet, waits.
A staircase the
weather is climbing
creaks with age.
"Mud", reluctantly
riming with "flood",
makes do with
the water it has.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
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