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

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Hogmanay

As though standing
somewhere else on assurance
of feeling, that notorious
spell that robs the pleasure
of simple things,
the understated,
all the subleties...
Look here, that sound
was no car on the road
it was the wind
blowing closer by degrees
an unknown new year.

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