Friday, January 30, 2009

Poem


Little did I know of the exhilaration to come as I carefully readied myself over the horseshoe 
beneath which waited the modern marvel.

I was reminded of a night two score and nine dumps ago when I sat against a Giant Sequoia with the company of the stars and The Plot Against America and felt the triumph of birth and the pain of death together in a single moment.


c2k, A.D.

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