Tuesday, January 08, 2008


from a window up high i see
morning light on the rooftops:
a Hopper-esque scene.

from the same window i see
the fiery orb of the setting sun
the orange blaze sinking into the trees
like a dying ember
ends a seemingly perfect day

and who's to know what tomorrow
will bring
just yellow light cast on houses
like a painting
if only to hold this moment
to keep the feeling
the uncertainty
of an unbelievable dream


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