9/2/08

riddle part two

A burned wing reaches no sun
No set of absurdities
Will unpluck a hen
The fire will fry
When the sky starts falling
And the children will play
With magnifying glasses

A fire that drinks
The height of a fence
Finds no nest
And cuts its toes
On blades of grass

And the plumage
That sets the wind
Spreads the fire
And skips with it
Through the wilderness

2 comments:

Morphologic said...

orion, please link our link to our blog @ coralmorphologic.com/b/
instead of our homepage.
cheers,
jared

ps. your poetry is neat, mark's too.

Anonymous said...

Let's rename the blog "Word Robot"