Sunday, January 09, 2011

Sunday, New York

The solstice sleeps
you understand

we may have dedicated
the guitars to silence

while the rocks, the day,
and the house unfold


the stiffening ponds
watch mountains march

and all the suns shine
falling in the snow.

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