Posted on July 26, 2009 at 1:41pm
There's a flurry of activity.
beings crossing streets,
Some only aware of the weather,
others their lack of heat.
A businessman scrambles a palm pilot,
a homeless woman kicks the wheel of,
her shopping cart home.
rant and fume
seeking fulfilment in things that cannot last
For desires ,only transiting.
While in quiet rage
in every atom,every cell
In grandest thought
or smallest… Continue