SEASONAL
When the sea stiffens
in November, previously
incredible things hold
their collective breath.
Every inch measures
less than it did when
a much bolder sun
delighted in egging
it on. Gold, far
less electric in
December, keeps
its value closer
to its vest. Nothing
is as true as it was.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
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