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

one puts

a 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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