November 22, 2005


I recall the scent of slow-down
unlogged, unblogged time,
time for which no account would be held
though not to be confused with no-account time
...and the golden crowns fell like leaves.

It was a whiskey river sun
zenith’d, Atlas shrugging
'lucky you' casting joy
minting glints as Adam's
youth and graceful arc
returned at last.

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