orgami's Diaryland Diary

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rainstorm

the moon is beneath the fathoms
of rain
on the dark face of lake

the high wires slack
is empty of night birds

city lights glow their amber
resiliance
and summer bats flit their
sleek shapes

my dreams wait for me
ready to fill my head
with images
languages
conquered memory
rearranged

the house larger
the town smaller

the water falls

12:15 a.m. - 2008-08-10

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