Big Brass Ones

Portrait of the Arfist as a Young Dog

August 10th 2006 12:39 pm
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Yesterday felt like summer
in a place that might have summers.

(I remember places like that. I’m almost sure.)

Last night the moon was full
and the night wind smelt of possibilities.

(I remember nights like that. I think.)

Today feels like fall
and the winding down of all summers.

(so sweetly sad)

 
 

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