Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Rodak's Writings: an Old Poem

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Here is a poem that is at least 40 years old:




maya, my love


before the wind arose
the grasses had no voice.

before the clouds rolled in
the pond played with the moon.

before the rains came
the mountain sloped just so.

turn down the sheets--
we meet again, my love.
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