Feeding The Habit

"I will go in this Way, Oh but I will find my own way out." -Dave Matthews

Tuesday, September 28, 2004


They clash! in an
ecstasy of tumbling.

Sweet veins still
pulsing with the warmth
of fluid motion, flowing
down softly
with a gentle breeze

that hangs from
the lazy sky. How Rare
in the summer,

when all life
fights to thrive, seeing
two leaves
from a naked tree