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Surely Surreal
Monday, April 26, 2004  


Over a somber sunset
We sit and muse
On what lies ahead
And what slipped us by.

The flowers
In melancholy laugh
And tenderly
You reach out
For a dewdrop
And smile bemused
Watching it fall.

As the sun tiptoes
I make a cutout
Of circled smoke rings
A misty window
To tangles within.

Slippery and moist
As the path unfolds
Uncertain I walk
Muted you watch.

Stealthily the night falls
We pick our baggage
And drag ourselves back
Through twisted paths
And heavy hearts.


K a n u r i t e
   11:42 PM



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