Monday, January 16, 2006

Outside My Door

I see a tree outside my door;
It is green with red and stands so bold.

I see a city of ants outside my door;
The houses are dots, the streets- straight lines.

I see a mountain outside my door;
It lies on the horizon like a man so old.

I see the wind outside my door;
The unseen is pushy, it whips like vines.

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