Endless
Snow, erasing the
scars from a
field, places
a candle between
two clouds in
anticipation of spring.
The past lies before
us like a motherless
child whose father
has been left
dreamless and alone.
There is nowhere to
go but away. The
morning takes forever.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
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