Sunday, November 10, 2013

A Windmill - 6/15/09



There are certain moments that remain.
Incandescent almost.
Seared into thought,
patterened onto smiles.

Turkish coffees brewed in a drizzle.
Lightning descends,
undercurrents.
Saltatory sparks.

Back and forth.
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