12/6/08

Dying is as constant as living


Cool green shade
slides across the river.
Even mosquitoes are sleeping.

But bats zip in the nights,
blind, like military jets
heading straight for warm blood.

1 comment:

Julie M said...

I love your poetry, Sharon. I don't know why you say it's not your strong point. You should share it more. I think it is beautiful.
How are you doing? I haven't heard from you in a long time. Are you going to be around at Christmas?