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?
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Sunday, January 24, 2010
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down and then a recharge
I spent Friday night in the E.R. with Nu (so thankful they're ok now), and there was another fatal ICE shooting in Minneapolis. My brai...
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