I set the bush on fire
and watched it burn
right down to dirt,
but not a word
was spoken.
I watched the clouds suck smoke
and choke,
turn black and spit back
wind,
but not a drop
of rain ever fell.
Still,
I keep collecting boards and nails
and wearing walking shoes
just in case.
9 comments:
You're so old school, MZ. I think He's on Facebook or Twitter or something, now. Go there and friend Him. He'll write something on your wall.
well, it never hurts to be prepared...just in case :)
Really like this one--second stanza really rolls off the tongue, and the imagery and language in the first excellent. (I like the end, too.)
Ah, always be prepared -- for whatever! Great one as always, MZ! Hope your week goes well!
Sylvia
MZ, if there's no response just give time, it'll heal. Being prepared is maturity!
Hank
ya, just in case...
I know this.
Me too :)
Wonderful write. Love the flow. The was spoken and of rain ever fell lines, all by their lonesome, was a highlight for me, but I love looking at how pieces are put together- very nice Mama. very nice indeed.
Nice write, MZ. :)
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