and he opened his eyes
to see a broad river
whose water gleamed swirled jade
and amethyst, garnet and sapphire
he turned his back on it
and looked to the rude mud huts
that stood nearby
and with his inner eye
he saw gleaming towers
that would rise here
and he commanded
that it should be so
and when the towers
had been constructed
he turned again towards the water
and there in its place
was a cracked bed of mud.


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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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