Monday, December 6, 2010

fragments of the dance, pt 1

The peach blossoms blossom
each autumn they fall
The snows and the suns on a swift tilting ball

The go-getters get better
slow-setters get stuck
The lucky stay lucky or run our of luck

And, still, as the still turning point tuns the dance
This chaotic beauty is out of our hands.

1 comment:

  1. this is really good poetry, in my opinion.
    I like this a lot.