Beliefs In The Sky
Seem Like Suffering Flies.
Trees On The Ridge
Call Them Floating Fibs.
Ants Take A Peek
With Dirty Cheeks.
Plenty Of Rain ─
It
Washes And Drains─
When Thoughts
Get Naked
And Cells
Don’t Complain.
H.T. Manogue
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