Friday, February 15, 2008
Living Uncontrived
Who is this woman, dressed in red?
Rolling rolling out of my head
Who is the woman, oh so clean?
She unravels what I mean.
Living, living, uncontrived:
who knows what comes up inside?
What is this fish in Sausal Creek?
Swimming, swimming out of the dead
What is this fish, oh so live?
Leaping swimmer, unbelieved.
Looking, looking, can’t be seen:
Can’t be life in this old stream.
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