Nature #2 mh 8/99 The sun gives way to none shimmering and glistening and burning and tearing like how the city scenes debate and scheme while waiting to become undone- Some clouds commence to clash striking within and among and through each other like how the crowds below pretend they are alone for all can change in a lightning flash- The rain begins to seep crawling down from the earth’s frown like how the bum opens his umbrella wanting to sit and sigh and weep- To tear a leaf and see its lines and veins trying to escape yet circling back like how our planted souls struggle among stones that all just yearn to be free.