Sunday, August 13, 2006

For In-Between the Buildings

every time I buckle under
the weight left on my heart
every time I tell myself
you’re really not far off
only fallen apples and cities away
and under each new sun
I hope you awake
to a kind smiling face
so you can start your day
full of life, like me

1 comment:

Mike said...

Just stopping in to see how everybody's writing's coming along - always enjoyable to read this stuff!