Sunday, January 24, 2010

Morning


Sunrise is all dragon fire

skies, translucent breath,

and absent headed

 

searching for keys

to rooms held open.

The fresh heft of friends

 

in snow, after holiday.

And like all stories,

made of truth

 

mischief and boredom.

What does it make of me?

What does it mean to you?

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