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I used to write poetry...

Somehow,
driving on a country road in late afternoon
the fields of fall half harvested
trees not yet ready to turn
green and gold create a sharp contrast
in the crystal clear light
of sun woven through inky clouds

the right song plays on the radio
and a whole moment hangs
suspended in the air
a perfect golden chord

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flyingcarpet
Sep. 27th, 2010 01:57 pm (UTC)
I love this -- thanks for posting it. <3.
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