Earth Stories


Earth Stories

I see the lines
They curve and bend
As the waves
Rock them back and forth.
They drift and sway
As I stare
And then flap their wings
And fly away.
Dropping words
From their wings spread
To catch the air.
The words tumble down
In masses upon the ground,
Inching, crawling
Towards one another
To become
The stories
Of the earth.
Written in the fields,
Among the trees
Scattered across mountains
And valleys
Waiting for one
To come and pick them up,
To discover what it is they say.
I watch the earth dissolve into
Itself, transforming
Again and again in an effort
To spread the stories.
I see what lies behind
What the eyes can see.


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