Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Words Like Floods

Runde always roared
when rains hummered Mazvihwa
and we did not know anymore
what the sun looked like.

When a river speaks
It helps to listen
and bag those words
before they grow wings
and fly away, but we let

Runde fly through time
And now, sitting here,
I am one of a few
Who listened just once.

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