Sunday, February 7, 2010

Slab of Concrete

On a slab of concrete underneath the western Sun,
A puddle of water glistens its last breath
Before each molecule of water ascends to the sky,
But before the Sun tears the pure essence of the water
From the ground where it first began its existence,

A leaf falls,
And lands,
And accompanies the water.

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