May 15, 2004

and then of course there are the moments

and then of course there are the moments
not quite in focus
yet intensely bright and wishful.
a strange mixture of fact, emotion and dream.
projecting themselves into the
uneven crevices
formed between past and now
shielded by those weathered things
overgrown and protective
and confused
i often (seldom) consider that these


might neither become more focused nor clear


by one more sunday morning on the porch


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