Saturday, February 26, 2011

3rd and 4th Selections

The life is torn.

After the violent explosion,

the bits

float away,


dreamily, slowly,

while you stand



The loved life -

the solid-seeming life,

the future plans.

They look beautiful,

the torn pieces,

floating away.

--Deanna Hopper

a train whistle dies

far away in the night . . . . . . silence

the first bird awakens

- - Patrick Mizelle

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