There is inspiration in the
hills and the
mills and some of the
wills. Read each
and find the rocks
and the nine fingered hands
and the sandy commitments
that dwell where the
wells are too dry
to support yet another
suburban drive
way. Each lawn
is a dawn of an
ending, rending
the pending from
the sending, the
elevens from the
sevens, the four left
over from the
design that claimed
to have made the
trees the way
that they are.