It is a gift--
that one holds up to the lamplight
carries about, leaves under the window
sticks in a pocket, drops under the desk
leaves atop the sheets, sticks
in a shoe
--sits accusing upon the sill
recognition.
It captures the sunlight--
translucent and solid
time--how do I
thank you?
Saturday, October 27, 2012
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