Sunday, April 3, 2011


And so here it is, the sun.  And the citrus gum drops, and the cranes diving for their dinner, the sunbathers resting on the lawn.  And so here it is the cotton clumps of cat hair, little grey and white tumble weeds, and the warm air on my skin, my throat, the back of my neck.  And so here it is, a new season of longer days, new detours through the old neighborhoods.  And here it is, it's still there, I find, despite all my wisdom.  And here is you.

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