Monday, March 28, 2011

The Hungry Villager


Fingers sandy
Tough as bark
Small crevices
Weary
Across the arcs of her palm
Calm as the wilderness
She wanders diligent
Wheels squeaking
Motion sluggish
Slowly Inclined
Her mind steeps
Thinking
She can finally eat


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