Sunday, November 15, 2009

the moths fly back and forth the computer screen with their lightly powdered wings.
i stared off at the light posts, i noticed the solemn trees.
the cigarette burned down like a dry forest.
the fog disappears as it elegantly raps around the house.
not noticing the clock and it's numbers slip by me.
the uncertainty of things in life.
talks deeper than the ocean.
talks as shallow as tide pools.
new friends.
old dog.
new dog.
new songs.
old songs.
yerba mate.

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