Saturday, September 23, 2006

comes and goes

left the night
and moon yours
was old and red

left the morning
in your bed
fresh white linens
shaking heads

left the noon
and mid-day traffic
lines formed
often tragic

left the days
that break like glass
from your future
back to the past

left you standing
swollen if that
filled with hope
and no regret

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