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Seven Foot Reeds
Near the corner of Swamp Road And Sleepy Hollow are the reeds Tall and deep they never sleep Amidst the voices of birds They dance with song
Community of rural alien life Congregation of branchless flora Too dense to fathom Too tall to touch the tips Too weak to climb
Nothing symbolic to mystify Everything common and pure Just a small space to inhabit Out of place in these woods They are beautifully obscure
© Paul Viel 2002 |