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Thursday, March 22, 2012

What remains for the day

The good of it gets
no good bye. The good in it
doesn’t go, and what goes
is good for it – too good – too.

2 comments:

manik sharma said...

a paradoxical poem if there was ever one...i have to wrap my mind around this one francis..great work

Francis Scudellari said...

Thanks Manik. It's definitely a slippery one, even for me.