Monday, April 14, 2008

The Word

I turned to face The Word

and as it yielded its wieldy wisdom
on golden-edged page
I shouted,

How dare you speak to me,
with such a tome.

If the world 
speaks any message
so urgent

I will learn it
through cricket's crisp tune
and the herb's potent bloom.

I will breathe in
the moist sunbeams of morning
and know.

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