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A river courses through earth and sky
And returns back to whence it came
A full circle

Love starts with a trickling glance,
Runs into regret and flooding tears,
It then dries and never doth flow again

(17 Dec 2007)

3 fish last nite, now there's 1

They're so fragile
these 3 fish in a too-large
tank whom I've not bothered
to name as they're not mine. I'm just
the fish-sitter; this person that feeds and change water
when necessary. I doubt they're aware of my existence or
bothered to know who'd dropped them food from the sky?
Why should they - I don't ask
who is the farmer who grew my food or even why
God created so much so that
I should live.

(3 Dec 2007)