Tuesday, December 09, 2003

Sometimes
Sometimes I can see red buds on the Christmas cactus
beginning to open and know tomorrow's the day
when the entire world changes

Sometimes I hear
rain on sidewalk roof running down gutter
and feel everything's inside a giant washing machine on a binge

Sometimes I think about something I've always hated to think about,
and when I do, it seems less scary so I wonder where the scary part went,
but then I don't care

Sometimes a wad of sorrow rolls up to get me,
but then I blow my nose good,
because I can.

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