Thursday, February 14, 2013

Process

When something you had
wanted to sleep on
wakes you up, agreement
nods in the next room.

Do not be alarmed by
the dozen or so crows
lined up outside your
window.  They are

nothing more than
figments of midnight's
imagination.  Beauty
continues its never-ending

task of decaying in
the garden.

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