Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Day 4

Even the trees
with their scratchy Long-fingered limbs--
blowing, blowing, blowing against a smoke-cloud sky
Are reaching out for You
As the wind sopranos a song of Longing.

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Mike said...

I went running on a (non-paved) trail next to a river tonight and wished you were there with me!

March 6, 2009 at 6:51 PM

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