Friday, April 24, 2009

Nature Becomes Irrellevant In A Language I Cannot Understand

I consider again,
what happens may be irrelevant.

I think about trees.
They like to stand always,
it's been a particularly hard year.
They like to stand always.
Dutch elm disease was not indifferent.

When I am small,
I am like a flower
but not like one of those that dies
every year, but the kind that relives
in the summer.
I consider again what happens
may be irrelevant.

This applies to love.
Like how I love you, I loved
him and he only loves
the feeling of stones
after they have been sitting in water.

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