Standing rigid
in the sparkling river
he grips his cup downside up.
Drying from thirst
he gathers his resolve
and curses cups.
Right it, please, I urge him,
but the message flows off the rim
into to the sparkling river.
Standing rigid
in the sparkling river
he grips his cup downside up.
Drying from thirst
he gathers his resolve
and curses cups.
Right it, please, I urge him,
but the message flows off the rim
into to the sparkling river.

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2 Comments
October 4, 2009 at 3:28 am
Love the way this a little tarot in it, cups.
November 17, 2009 at 11:28 pm
Yeah. I did not intend that, but I see it. Thanks, Paul.