Tuesday, July 27, 2004

The Faun, The Tyger, The Bee, The Lamb

Wash the night over the land which writhes as a sheet And stride upon paths where houses yield On mid work eves choked with slumber Down by the water side an over bridges that are spoken of in myth Haunts and specter light have been told to be down these roads Which I drive with craving I felt as being told warning and slowed my drive Around bends cut into hills which flutter like flags Here was the white faun in the road and slowed by my approach and lights Halting and waiting I felt my fear of warning subside and though of when the scarecrow spoke

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