Wednesday, January 29, 2014

A strong gust and a shudder of snow
speak to the sycamore and to the oak;
they bear the gravity of the answer
with quiet dignity and endless artistry
and so we lean in closer.


The coffee at dawn, the cocktail at dusk, and the night of sleepless
dreaming--well-practiced pilots on the same river barge.

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