Saturday, April 14, 2007
I am here.
A crack, just a crack
that's all I ask.
To feel a cool chill,
a sultry breeze,
the heavy weight of a summer wind,
even that.
To swing curtained windows wide
'twould be the ideal,
an exapansive view from above
would below unpeal
And from up on high
again,
I could say,
"Here am I. I am here,
Come this way."
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Did you get the postcards I sent to you? Are you there?
I send you a hug
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