Tuesday, September 12, 2006

 

Rhymes keep sneaking into my poems. I kind of like them, but if they get too thick on the ground, I may have to exorcise them by writing more Osips...

Osip in the jungle
    Hacks down so many trees
That the beauty of destruction
    Brings him to his knees.


Osip, in the mountains,
    Watches speckled trout
Assailed by fierce perspectives
    Conquer every doubt.

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