Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
Snow blind
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Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
Like an egg in a
carton I fall but don’t crack,
cushioned by your strength.
Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.
If we look ahead
in hope, optimism,
then shouldn’t the ball rise?
Now’s the time to look
back at what was forgotten
and recall with love.
Sally Fields said it
best. Be they awards or page views,
validation’s sweet.
WordPress stats: twenty-
two-thousand views in ’12. This
despite no new posts.
Where did they go? Wake.
Eat. Work. Pay bills. Each the same.
Days blink by, all gone.
Envelope size, thick
or thin. We look for clues, don’t
like to be surprised .
Food goes bad, beer flat.
But words on a blog are fresh
to new readers’ eyes.