i remember those
(all too many) days
when the
?
appeared at the end
of this verse,
my worries and fears
always
trying to boldface it;
there was that one
time though, when the
!
ran up and sang out,
clear as a bell, that
shivery afternoon,
with the wind at my back,
standing atop
Dun I;
yet,
it is there
on still as snow,
as well as shattering, days;
in my wondering,
and wandering, journey;
in the shadow of my best self,
and trying to trip up my worst;
however prosaic,
seemingly forgettable,
so grammery,
but just what i need
'I come to the end--I am still with you'
.
© 2011 Thom M. Shuman
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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