Sunday, December 9, 2007

Truth: Bliss and Helplessness

When the orange artificial fog
Doesn’t obscure my window,
I look down
To see the kids carving
Eight foot messages
In the ice.
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Anonymous said...

i like this very much.

April 11, 2008 at 10:01 AM

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