yesterday began
as if i'd already lived it
and i spent much of it
breathing life
into the nothingness
of each moment
willing it into a sort of torpor
that barely approximated life
and yet
tomorrow arrived
in all its barefaced and cold glory
regardless
Your words get better ad better all the time, steven, taking me to higher levels of awe.
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ReplyDeleteI love the lightness of this piece. reminds me of mary oliver's writings.
ReplyDeleteelisabeth thankyou . . . very much . . . steven
ReplyDeletewwwyk . . . turn! steven
ReplyDeletearian - hi ... mary oliver shows up in this blog - well her words! every so often . . . i admire her directness and simple complexities . . . . steven
ReplyDeletetoday? where is today?
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