In 48 Hours

Tickling along little streams
Time goes by
In short brightness sun
I've been here twice

Seeing one when wake
No feel of late
That's eight rounds ago
Now to see another go

Depths of red sea
Bless them true and free
May time will see us glamour
Of spent sum

Next on list
Here sits me
Feel notes weird
Of what I wonder
Of unseekness I ponder
-- 4/7/02