Down and Up / Up and Down

Luders Allen

July 2007
© Copyright 2007



Amid the Savannah,
The metallic circle
Lies down there fierily,

At pinpoint. There, a deep
Black poplar’s sighing and
Murmuring just for a

Sip of gray cloud or white cloud
To be grown. It’s at the stage
Of its last breath. It stoops,

But refuses to go
Back where it was once came
From. Gray cloud or white cloud

Always hears its murmur
And its sigh and falls for
its savior.