if at first
love is what keeps a 757
aloft
in 200 mph headwinds
a new year is a strange and wonderful
fiction
so many little births and deaths
chances
for something fresh and
vivacious
the winter world slumbers
above
as 2006’ whispers its stories
below
the Empire is crumbling
the irony of nuclear rich
spending itself poor to prevent nuclear
proliferation …
the ruckus of a big tree
crashing
to the forest floor
wear light sandals and robes
feel the anguish of technology’s
garb.
today we try to find one another
again
we are each
Odysseus
wandering homeward
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