Plunge my hand in liquid gel ink
Up to the elbow,
And smear it across my eyes
To hide the sunshine:
The run-ins with my past.
If I use enough,
I won't have to see
The gathering clouds
And turning leaves.
So many people
Claim to love the fall,
But that's all it is to me:

Fall.

Falling into darkness
And the cruelty of Alaska's winter.
Icy roads and bad moods.
The pretty colors of the leaves
Isn't enough to lighten
My black attitude.

08/25/2003

Posted on 08/28/2003
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