April 10, 2004

• madrigal

  the window opens out
  passing sun through its panes
  and there is morning
  wet, unbruised, and
  very quiet

  the trees are stunned
  before their leaves
  which gather up the light in rhythms
  like the sound of birds

  and then the window drifting closed
  awakes me to myself
  and closing down the latch, I smile
  for I
  have opened
  _______________
  Deep Thought: With every new sunrise, there is a new chance. But with every sunset, you blew it.
  Today I am grateful for: Chances to rest

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