Words Left Over from Other Poems

The Raven and the Waterfall

the Willow and the stone

were born upon the quiet earth

each somewhere else alone,

The crystal lake and spotted fawn

the snow-caps in the sky

the mustache here upon my face

the twinkle in my eye

are all the reasons I don't know

and cannot reason why,

But when the night is quiet

and the poets set their traps

they separate the syrup,
from the sticky maple sap

so never more to whisper

and this to never fear

be sure that we are somewhere else

whenever we're not here.

zc

but not proud of it.