"THE POEMS" FOUND US

Being but men we staggered
beneath the trees
                    thumbing thru the leaves (books)
in case anyone wanted to read them

A long gone time ago

It was always night then
                    except during the day

Blossom books in a language
we could read
                    light coming out of them
& some of it stained our eyes

It just happened that way
no reason but rhyme
                    & the line we learned to walk
beneath the trees

on the streets of a lost world