A place for poetry and other bits. Here, I navigate the midlife landscape as best I can. I am an altered beast and those responsible know what they have done. I have joy, but it is tempered now. I have sorrow, but it too is tempered.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Rainbow
Joy and sorrow; bloom and dust Like chosen cousins Tight as colors in a rainbow Mixing into murky brown at the end
I want my light to go out quickly No lingering unaware amid beeps and moist faces For me
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