Monday, November 08, 2004

[a poem I wrote today]

wistfulness

drenched by grief
from an overcast sky of misery

bursting at the seams

lush green growth lifts
above the droughts of longing

doubt, insecurity, fear

maybe right now, maybe not
for every season passing through

like the wind

empty, restless
chasing everything of value with nothing again

and so--it goes!

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