Sevenling: Beautiful Ruins






I see a cloud
so old it wants to sail
across the moon and rain.

I tend my garden:
the water, marble,
forgetting which runs into which.

Where is Eden? Is there a hammock there?


© Sergio A. Ortiz 2009

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