Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
Azure Jane Lunatic
azurelunatic

(from 2007 01 30) (untitled)

There are no birches in the desert, but this is a sad rain
of birch seeds on melted snow
wrung out from the clouds.
They lie limply on the air,
not done weeping yet
but too tired to rain down more.

The scent of water is a promise
made and broken long ago.
"Someday soon", it seems to say
but so soon someday
dries up
and blows away


(transcribed from the current paper journal)
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