long on the path
- a thousand years?
ten thousand?
more?
*
the crow laughs,
perched on a wire,
watching clowns
in the street below
perform their tricks.
this madness,
a delight to some
*
others see leaves
blowing down the street
- a random dance?
- a scripted chaos?
who knows?
*
(the stone
fills the void/
darkness spilling over...)
* * * * * *
(c)roger a. evers, 1997