Sunday, November 29, 2009


Walking in the wash
the desert is wetted
with passing rain,
thick beds of mud
like mocha chocolate,
heavy and sticky,
sludge on shoes
want to take a stick and
write something in it
nothing comes to me...
but "chocolate or mud?"
a perspective thing
good or bad?
grief or celebration?

And without tasting it...?
could be either...!

Pam Piper Rain

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