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Sunday, January 18, 2009

The Sun Snuffs Out Another

Pots 'n pans brightly
gleamed in early morning sun;
dust now, like your bones.

Dust now, like your bones
under that snapped cherry tree;
memories fading.

Memories fading,
the sun snuffs out another;
heavens' set ablaze.

1 comment:

CLAY said...

"dust now, like your bones.

Dust now, like your bones" To begin one statement with the ending of the former. Splendid Sarah.