The Far East
July 8th 2009 The sun's rays come streaming down
through empty sky,
thunderclouds and aspen leaves -
and strike an ant next to me
scurrying about for its morning meal
coffee black as night on my other side
the sound of the ocean
lapping with the wind in the trees
Thunder rumble approaching
tumbling nearer
clouds swell, the ocean swells
the sun's rays disappear
A drop of rain strikes my nose
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