we move blithely in different rooms;
31 years separate our realities.

noises marks our awarenesses;
a loving grunt, 'mornin', a taxi
of another baby day being born.

a Herculean effort to smile grips me;
just a while later, takes a child of four;

my heart sails like a kite in tow;
smooth, cool winds lift. a heavy heart
will be lightened, softened. sighing,

i greet the Sun.

09/09/2010

Posted on 09/09/2010
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