Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Friday, October 17, 2003

How Sentimental

It's unreasonable
the rain tonight, at
forty degrees and falling
fast, slightly out of sync
with the rest of the world.
And thoughts of winter
or Tule fog settling in
and on again turning to
the lonliness of holidays.
Only hours ago there was
perfection in a yard
crisp in color and texture,
bright in a lens,
would have made
such a shot,
a small memory turned
tangible that I could
hold in my hands, smile
in the brief moment
that was my own and private
and all the while, this same
moment spawns the burning
behind the eyes, a feeling
that wants so desparately
to share.

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