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.
Prose, poetry and prattle: some published, and some ... well, not yet.
Wednesday, 1 August 2007
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