despite the careful
arranging of things,
the furniture well
polished, the dusting
done, the flowers
watered and bent on
their mindless own
towards the glow
of a soft yellow sun,
the skirt and blouse
warmed out of their
creases with a hot
iron, despite the clocks
still moving with
the steady click of
time, the digital red
numbers glowing onward
without care, despite
all of this, it comes.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
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