Friday, October 26, 2007

Auld Lang Syne

bottled up together
with you, minding
my business,

the cool
fall turning
into winter,

for the first time.
a deep long summer has lead
to exhaustion,

a turning, a new place:

where I can't explain
why I ever
felt the way I did before.
 

1 Comments:

At 1:34 PM, Anonymous Dad said...

This is a wonderful poem, Rob. Don't lose the knack. You'll be a poet laureate some day.

 

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