by Vernon Waring
(King of Prussia, Pennsylvania, USA)
stream
my words will roam
like untamed cattle
searching for water
for the velvet of grass
the sun will bear down on them
ruthless and bright
ignorant of their aimless trek
with no leader
they will have to find their own way across
the prairie of thought
their thirst quenched only by the clear water
of ink
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