(re)cycle

poetic bout of pong,
a ping back and forth,
a sting, and a song,
beat in eighth or fourth?

recycle rain drops fall
the sky single drop
the trickle down the wall
hits moss and stops.

soaked up, released,
cloaked down,
leaked in, ...

poem
changes form as
water droplets
fall and stall
midway between
heaven & earth
stop, a freeze
frame moment a
winter crystal
floating after
wards sticking
words sticking
melting eventu
ally melding
together.

rain drops falling
lines from songs
now long gone
wetness now
dry many
years -
(why ears?)
- yearning
for to go
through
once more
earth rot
ates around
spinning thru
space and time
and sometimes at
night it seems i
can feel the breeze
as the morning dew -
water drops dripped -
hits my face while
walking.

recycled words
afterwards
words after
affect matter
matter effect

individual
crystline
flakes
fall
winter
is over
melting
caps at
the poles
increase
water
every
where

spring
sprouts
up from
the ground
hoping there
isn't another
freeze - ice
water drops
piles here
and there
side of
the road
dirty and
piled up
every
where
water
wails
sails
mails

drop.