Aubade
Moonlight enables us
to read in our
sleep. I hope
this doesn't turn
into a novel written
by someone I
hardly recognize.
I try to keep it
simple and as
silent as necessity
allows. The ode
inside an elegy
I wrote upon your death
recites itself at dawn.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
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