Saturday, January 20, 2007

Dawn

I wake up
before the short Winter day
separates from its night,
pessimistic
and cautious.

I monitor the air
telescope my eye,
on guard for the entrance of a dark path.

In the sixty-seventh year,
the first year of
irreversibles, most healing, for the first time
will not have time to finish.

1 Comments:

At 10:00 AM, Blogger Lance said...

Keep writing, it is good for Canada's health.

 

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