2/23/2009

The Unseen, Silent

We think we are above it,
tiny cracks of earth where
beetles lumber toward
the twigs, a cracked seed.

I've always thought
the unseen or the silent
holds the greatest secrets.

Pay attention to the wolf,
his head held down, his nose
a beacon towards mysterious.

Somewhere in his brain
the smell of life inspires,
keeps him riveted.

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