February 20th, 2010:
The yellow fade of sun peaking in past the fire escape is, by noon, a spark of winter and a harbinger for tough months. Travelers, beware.
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February 21st, 2010:
Out past the horizon in the air is the snap of time's fingers;
and the waves lap at the shore with a custodial knock,
moving rocks and sand,
making things clean and new and rearranged,
and all of this happens with or without you.
1 comment:
I enjoy the sadness in these
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