Chalkboards
His imagination took him places
He could scarsely believe what he saw
Through the window
An army of sand marching past
The totem poles to a lightning god
All linking hands.
As they filed past in grim succession
Arms reaching towards the sky
Which glared down in unbreachable torment
Through billowing clouds of light.
His imagination took him places
He would never admit to a soul
For the memories
Played subtle symphonies in his mind
Sorrow and joy mingling
Like falling tears
They watered the earth till green exploded
The scenery like bubonic plague
And was washed away
By the upwelling colour of life
Neverending, its quest to overwhelm the eyes.
Till quenched humming spoke to him
Of journeys over, and arrival home.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
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