Love is like a bookmark.
It divides us with a before and after
and always without words.
Love is . . .
Love is like life
but starts before
and continues after.
We arrive and depart in the middle.
30 March 2011
haiku after the earthquake
people resigned to the wreck
meek in their hopes for order:
smooth stones, raked sand, empty space
meek in their hopes for order:
smooth stones, raked sand, empty space
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