Friday, December 2, 2011

Under Cover of the Light


You find the colors bright.
You see the sun is out.
You press it to your chest.

You dimly grasp the wonder
under cover of the light.
You doubt. Assess.

Strangenesses surround it.
You can’t quite clasp
your hands around it.

You ache. You take
a breath. It isn’t love.
It may be death.






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