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Saturday, November 27, 2010

The Divided Sky





How deep the darkness
On this post Thanksgiving day.
Winter is waiting.


A single fleck of snow;
The little calf is unfazed;
The mother bellows.

Snow flakes come in teams
As the gray sky opens up.
Still, the sun breaks through.

The divided sky:
Gray, dark erupting snow dots

And sun tinged bright clouds.

Lamp post in the yard--
Beacon in dark afternoon
Calls me like insect.

Now, the clouds have won;
Curtain has dropped on the sun.
Road is like a dream.

Rushing by my face
Snow flakes rush on a journey.
Who is passing whom?

The familiar bend,
Strange in the growing dark.
Just car lights brighten.

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