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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