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Tuesday, September 28, 2004

It Isn't Even October

Cool fall night and friends trickle in
Dostoyevsky's Karamazov
oatmeal chocolate chip
Guatamalen Coban, full city roast...plus, plus
Sara, Basil, Sean, Katrina, Beniy, Chance sit semi-circle
thick billows of Danish Virginia rise somberly to the sky
traversing the complexities of friendship and brotherhood
friends trickle out and baby boy sleeps
cold moon shines brightly into our bedroom
silhouette and shadow of lovers at love
here sit i, sleepless and blissful
eager for gifts of sorrow and joy
that the years may bring to our door



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