Wednesday, January 26, 2011

256 - 260

a face with no name

the click of a range burner

the warmth of knowing

the trees part the clouds

drop leaves, shaking off the rest

a letter sent

thin lines stretched for miles


the catastrophe of truth

time numbing gray skies

crows in perfect silhouette

same sweater today

a knock at the door

this stranger, my shy neighbor

dinner dishes undone

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