October 2011
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Chasing the Sun
I chased the sun And caught it in my hand I closed my fingers around it And tried to keep it safe The light trickled through The spaces in between my fingers And shone for all to see I clapped my other hand Over my closed fist To fill the gaps But the sun found Another way to escape
I chased the sun And caught it in my eyes They glistened like crystals And shone like gold I closed my eyes So no...
“If you want to be happy, be.”
– ~ Leo Tolstoy, Russian author
October
This is too good. An abandoned church
and the lowering sun shoots itself through
the stained glass. On this side
of the window, I’m driving by
and am hit with a bolt so yellow
it makes me think I am seeing God.
It’s just light.
And the same light glances off
the gingko leaves littering the sidewalk
like ancient lost coins and then children
take over, scramble for the fallen gold
and are...
