Gatherers

On a lone star night
Perched atop the mountain hill
Tucking into the hibernation hole
Meet again, for one more time
The Gatherers

With all their minds fused
In all but one thought
To produce a loment
That spreads like wild fire
To raise, raise, & raise again
Only to divide
And
To gather
For the next coming.

Hey, this is fun.

by Venkata Majeti

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