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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

words chalked on pavement as I walked home

sit and be still
until in the time
of no rain you hear
beneath the dry winds
commotion in the trees
the sound of flowing water
among the rocks,
stream unheard before
and you are where
breathing is prayer

6 Comments:

At 11:16 p.m., Blogger corrie said...

Okay. I love that. No wonder you felt like you were in Amelie...

 
At 11:25 p.m., Blogger corrie said...

But... I hate to point it out (well, not really), it should be "words written in chalk on pavement..." Just thought you'd like to know... : )

 
At 1:34 p.m., Blogger pamero said...

Well, schmarty pants, if it would have fit properly in the title 'box', I would have.

 
At 2:10 p.m., Blogger beckster said...

:) That makes me happy, I wish I could have an Amelie moment...

 
At 3:46 p.m., Blogger Kim O said...

I just wanted to type something cause everyone else did. And I love Amelie.

 
At 5:26 p.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why should be "words written in chalk on pavement"?? What's wrong with "words chalked in pavement"? What did I miss? (other than this blog, for months, apparently)

 

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