Friday, November 20, 2009

My Notebook

I collected daily miracles,
In an envelope, I called hindsight.
Reviewed them every year that passed,
To live them over, make them right.

I collected my friend’s stories,
Forgave those who wounded me,
Constructed moral decisions,
So many deeds no one could see.

I collected a vault of miracles,
Hindsight, a light so bright…
Lately I sneak out to the beach
Dumping these envelopes at night.

The clouds race by above me,
At warp speed above the sand…
Or is it the world is falling apart;
Clouds steady, over slipping land.

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