countenance

today is subtle. i am the ground beneath my feet. the last and every ocean. the world offers me a love affair and i accept with a sly-wind grin. have coffee and read. the day gets bigger and two cigarettes in the open air and a nice chair to sit, lean back in. time passes only the way clouds do: like strangers. good hoping is enough and even slurred speach is without passion by teh most of us. majoriteis are waiting, the first of the close calls is mine, a telephone rings and somewhere someone hears it and makes decisions. these instants belopng to time and not us. precious are the moments we live through. matching items, clothes, great vistas, sun waves, bursts of air, gifts. turn another page and our past sadnesses will be washed away. today, the wind is always inside me.

2003-12-16 | 12:22 p.m.
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