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Seekers (Free verse) by Dovina

A tree with crocked branches brushes gently on stucco, the rough siding of a church, suggesting to the church how differently men and nature seek. While nature trembles over herself or stretches awkwardly, asymmetrically— yearning, adjusting, our houses stand measured and precise, our concepts bold and plum our utterances contained within walls.

wilco 14-Sep-05/3:12 PM
Good riddance to bad rubbish...the club, I mean, not the poem...the poem was quite good...but I understand <sniff>.




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