Sunday, October 10, 2010

The end of a conflict.

Now in the decadence of grass
The archway is split in half, each

Side vanishing in a shriveled
Cavalcade.

Who looked and read the epigram so
Chapped and lichen-pocked?

Could either have known that
The revenue of the sun lies
In movement--

That stone slows the foot?

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