Meandering attempts to take control of total flow.
02 March 2009
An old theme.
March has caught me
sleeping, and I give a backward
to a forgotten friend.
The buds peek green through brown shrouds,
morning frost still catching the less cautious.
These are days of renewal, yes,
but also moving on.
Monday, March 02, 2009
vast wasteland of daily life
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