| 9/26/2005 05:30:00 PM |
[ Life is Elsewehere ]
Poetess, be blithe
when the world is a-whir with worry.
Remember what you said
when we were nothing but specks?
We sat on the steps and watched the stars
until little by little we became them.
First you,
Then me. |
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