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Friday, January 20, 2012


Finite dreams
glistening pilings in the water
waiting for one chance
to remember

Where are you,
my friend, waiting and watching
under a trembling

Like gathering leaves
by the handful, tossing them to
the wind and waiting for what
might just come back

  This is what was real, now…
glimpses into darkened windows
within and beyond reflections
to where we loved.