Shade your eyes.
The sharp light of the sun
is about to make way
over these hills
and explode into
another day.
The shrill voice
of time
will not stop
the ringing in your ears
until you shrivel
and fade
like these flowers
that stand cold
on the edge
of this first frost.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
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