alone in the forest
the sound of one hand clapping
a peal of thunder lost amid the crash of trees falling
anonymous in the onslaught of time.
voices crying to be heard are drowned out
by the thunder of the hooves of the panicked herd.
yet i heard the sound
alone in the woods
the sound of one hand clapping
keeping time with the rhythm,
the beating of the wings
the flights of fantasy
man and mind, nature and time.
2/4/1991
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