Nice. Very. But you owe us two Sundays' poems. Sternly -- Judy mailto:judithevans001@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sunday, June 27, 2004, 6:56:02 PM, Mike Geary wrote: MG> THE TAO OF DAD MG> See him? There on that hill. Yes, MG> the one just standing there, MG> looking for all the world MG> like a wind-shaped tree, MG> a survivor, MG> while all around him, MG> dust devils, ghost marauders, raid the fields. MG> THE TAO OF DOING MG> Listen. Is that the sound of stone bending water MG> or of stone-bending water? MG> THE TAO OF DOG MG> A trail of dry paw-prints in dew-darkened dust. MG> Even that, sun erased, left no trace. MG> THE TAO OF DEATH MG> Now he, too, has turned to dust, MG> returned to lusting Earth, MG> both he and the woman who gave me birth MG> returned MG> but I kept their mirth. MG> What use is it to stupid Earth? MG> --- Mike Geary MG> Mike Geary MG> Memphis MG> ------------------------------------------------------------------ MG> To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, MG> digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html