Chink... chink. It is the sound of the rain as it hits a metal shelf out on the deck. I peak my head out the door and see this beaten bush all snuggled tight in its own limbs. Even the moon in the distance sees this forgotten shrub. He, knowing the beauty of all creation, watches one.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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