Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A Letter

a walk alone not lonely

amidst ourselves as thought

as always

thoughts of others

theirs of us shadows past

lives fertilize what is about to

blossom an absence not

of space but of time for now

what is coming as always plans

made and kept a passing held

like blossoms gathered

a light left on this morning

went undetected yet

at night returning

a window glows in waiting

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