Laura Greene


Eclipse

I for one think it quite queer
That in the swift swish of a hummingbird's wings
There is time a-plenty for the gargantuan events
Which will transform the paths of the rivers of time

The rivers once passed each other in the shape of the cross
And on that cross hung the prince of the dawn
Forced there by the nails of the piercing convictions
Of his people who just as readily drink

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