Saturday, December 20, 2014


The consistency of the yellow
flame baking the wall on the block
outside my window, not a single
bird song and only the dim passing
of distant traffic, compose the calm
of a quiet afternoon in my room
after a run, in a world away
from the world.


I need to remove myself, intermittently, from being the fulcrum of my universe. Take a seat by the sideline for a breather, to take in a fuller view of the field.

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