untitled
ordinary human unhappiness
it's an odd sort of goal
why is it so elusive
?
ordinary human unhappiness
it's an odd sort of goal
why is it so elusive
?
posted by the Bay at 7:55 PM
Monday, December 18, 2006
About Me
- Name: the Bay
- Location: San Francisco, California, United States
poet, meanderer, artist, single, pasta lover. decidedly on the quiet side, but affable enough.
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1 Comments:
All that is left of autumn
I found in one small breeze
that had the scent of earth in it.
Slowly the ground freezes
and the air carries nothing in it
save a sharpness
and the smoke from three fires;
the soft light
promises long evenings
I used to read in once,
now, far from home
I dream of comforts
where once I dreamt adventures.
...It was nice to read your poetry...
peace,
Sarge
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