Friday, September 02, 2011

Starting September

There will be a story today--
for stories make better memories
alert as questions are the old ones
and distanced at every silence.

We have no capstones yet
and these corners are barely 
imaginary; no trumpets, better--
no victories--only stories.

One day soon, as we know
there'll be snow and television,
clumsy museums encased 
even more than their exhibits. 

For now flicker--babies, friends,
daily glories, automatique-- 
these sunrises of every day,
in skies hiding sudden heavens.

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