a fresh coat
of paint. down
soft and white
glistening wet,
drying slowly,
softly through
out the night.
and tomorrow
when the sun
hits it, rising
with wintry
light, there
will be a new
shine, a new
glow, to what
was once rusted,
stripped cold
and bare to
the harsh bone.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
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