lines like
any day singing

and yet

under this

lake here’s

a thin

stream spring-fed

where the

first people

still come

where

fish life

bird life

green life

will drink


the giant

man puts

his finger

to it

and catches

fire

he burns

all day

Comments

Jean Vengua

Hello, Br. Tom.

I love this poem.

Okir

Tom

Thanks very much. Sorry for the delayed posting. I've been away.

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