Monday, March 13, 2006

before the rain (2 poets 4 parts)

before the rain by katy

bent and struggling
a saw drove into the flesh
of a dying tree.

we watched as the clouds flooded the sky with thick, grey vengeance and four brown hawks cried for the tree as it bellowed against the strain of it's own weight.
the first drops of rain
fell in tune with the cries
of four hawks

and the last breath
of a dying pine.



before the rain by brian

bent and struggling
a saw drove
into a dry pine.

we watched the clouds flood the sky with grey-thick
vengeance, four brown hawks cried for the tree as it
bellowed against the strain of it's weight.

the first drops of rain
fell with the cries
of the hawks

and the last breath
of the pine.


[[like i told brian "it's amazing, the same words, venacular and all, can be so easily and yet so slightly disfigured and turned into someone else". and isn't it just?]]


after the rain (on piloteye) by katy

after the rain by brian

we watched four hawks
drying wings on top
a near-by barn

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