Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
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Friday, October 22, 2010
Set for new ways
This lapsing sun
sensing an end
can be a touch
selective.
Its rose-tipped fingers
elect to anoint
just we sinful
lingerers.
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