Rutville
In the depths of the night,
the lone coyote cries out, for
what we know not, and
identifying with that
lonesome sound is all too
familiar
Human seeking human,
too proud in their own
kingdom of nothingness
to reach out, one to another,
in exposed humbleness
Surrounded by yet another fad,
empty hearts and broken dreams
of theoretical proportions are
the mainstream while any plans
for improvement are squelched
by yet another changing
of the channel...
Lynn West
(c) 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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