now, that you ask,
I am pouring gratitude,
Like grain streaming
a little pale yellowed chance.
I danced side to side
slowly, not so slowly
through a break in the wall
A grosbeak flew in,
brightening the lone candlelight.
it filled the rooom.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Now, That You Ask (June 21, 2010)
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