Natural
Not knowing
what the future
might bring,
the cultures of Man
move naturally together
towards an unknown
tomorrow
in an unspoken dance.
Our sounds are the same
as the sound of rain
in stormy darkness
pattering a natural
song
all the night long.
Our market economies
and the governments
that support them
one day will outlive
their usefulness
---perhaps sooner than
you think,
and fall by the wayside
going the way of
the feudal societies
that once ruled men.
Soon enough we all will
stride
to the tune of a new
day.
Rest easy friend,
our halting dances,
follow the Earth music
as all others do
on our blue and white
sky marble
and the paths that
we men tumble and
tussle along
trace the grand song of
life
just as flocks of
swallows
turn and twist in
unison
on their long path
south
flying to melodies
that have never been
set to paper.
Dewey Dirks
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