Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
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Saturday, October 17, 2009
No mere pin-prick
No mere pin-prick
on indigo veil, she hovers.
A wink each night in southern sky
burning through this big city haze
to re-assure me, I'm not
utterly alone.
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