A Mythical Jill
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
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A Mythical Jill
She fills the pail and scales The dune to dump grains at the top The demarcation can’t be seen What she contributes looks so much like Every other grain of sand She descends the slope head over feet A mythical Jill playing Sisyphus She rises from the fall She scoops again and up she goes From the desert floor where there’s no water To dump the gains at the top The demarcation can’t be seen What she contributes looks so much like Every other grain of sand
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tired
Filed under: poetry on October 8th, 2008
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