Poem by Greg Gayle

[from the August, 1999, workshop:]

Thirst for Knowledge

I crawl to the edge
begging for knowledge
to fill my mind

Ice Cold Knowledge

Parched & dry
tumble weeds
tumble
from
ear to ear

Dust whirls
through
the backs
of my bloodshot eyes

Echoes
Echoes

A rain dance
for knowledge
steps
   
and stammers
twists
   & shakes
rattles

Breaks
m m n a dry

drip
drip drip
drip

Dry