yet tenacious, for sure. Like so much around us and in us. Every season puts forth this duality: Winter's melting snow, Spring's cherry blossoms, Summer's corn and Fall's sugar maples. A poem that went unwritten.
The truck delivers papers in the dawn. The cat slinks off the bed to find some water. I would like to get up and write down some words. But if I get up I will be cold. The tea will take time to make. the toast will taste so good. The sun will come up. The words will be on the page, out of my head, identifiable, a periplum upon the ocean, the way you know where you are, even if all your points of reference are changing, moving in different directions.
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ReplyDeleteThe truck delivers papers in the dawn. The cat slinks off the bed to find some water. I would like to get up and write down some words. But if I get up I will be cold. The tea will take time to make. the toast will taste so good. The sun will come up. The words will be on the page, out of my head, identifiable, a periplum upon the ocean, the way you know where you are, even if all your points of reference are changing, moving in different directions.