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Turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

The rain fell with a clatter

On the roof.

Steeled, determined, piercing.

It drummed on the house,

Steadily beat the ground around.

Things glowed in the half-light,

Unreal.

Everything shone glassy, and glimmered.

Darkened sky-brow,

Concentrating

On hammering the earth into itself.

Posted by rhea at 5:56 AM

1 comment:

joey said...

you've inverted the image in your last line!
what fun.

November 5, 2008 at 5:49 AM

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