Sunshine brought us to the park.
It wasn't the palms I wanted, when Orion ran off to play,

but the perfect sycamore,

under which to read
from a book with a made-up map.

I recognize my mother's face in mine,
and the singular light of nine.

And that was a bit of this day. Hope yours was good.
g'night
2 comments:
I saw this just now and thought of you, Lisa.
http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2012/01/out-on-a-limb.html
I hope that today was another good day.
Dan Guy: Thank you. I've gotta say, it's dead on. And no safety net. It's been a really tough gig these past few years. But there are moments.
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