Saturday, August 30, 2003

More Poetry Outtakes

Still Ticking

After the hurricane
Growing old is a relief.
Even if the light is too golden to be real.

As sunset bleeds into the lake,
A yellow star falls to the horizon.
A hand soothes the moment away.

I will fear nothing, knowing
All time must pass.

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