Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Warning: Do Not Anchor Here

Thousands of them,
glowing golden
in the high afternoon light,
piercing the air
like the marching spears of
bronze clad roman legions;

above, folded layers of white clouds
peer down, filtering the sun;

bursting from the ground
a line of unlit firecrackers
fed by languid streams, the water
cool, reflective, alive,
billions of droplets
rising and falling,
illuminated, like the foliage,
from within.

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