by Vernon Waring
(King of Prussia, Pennsylvania, USA)


my words will roam
like untamed cattle
searching for water
for the velvet of grass

the sun will bear down on them
ruthless and bright
ignorant of their aimless trek

with no leader
they will have to find their own way across
the prairie of thought
their thirst quenched only by the clear water
of ink

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