Each day is like a friend
with the most perfectly kept secret
ready to tell it at any moment,
or when you'd least expect it.
She revealed it to me
as I stepped out this morning,
and as my warmth strained to become cold,
like the air outside my door.
You never really know, no matter how much you plan.
It was the best surprise of all;
a bright red sunrise morning sky,
a shimmering city, and a moment
of pure beauty.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
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