Prose, poetry and prattle: some published, and some ... well, not yet.

Wednesday 1 August 2007

Swept Away

My unbridled
optimism gets in the
way of
my longing to be
a fabulous realist.

It is true.

I think too much.

Your one gesture spoke
volumes.

And a castle rose up
upon the fecund beach
where many ruins now stand.

There another ruin
now stands.

And I feel wonderful.

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