Posted in Poetry
on the walk in front of me
all my senses feel and see
a little crack that runs straight down
thru to the Other Side of ground.
and tho my eye somehow can't see
what all my senses say to be,
my ear could hear the sounds, i know,
if only the noise were not quite so.
perhaps at midnite i'll be back
and put my nose to that endless crack
and China's fragrances i will smell
. . . and that will tell.
{Copyright (c) 2005 C. Paden. All rights reserved.}
