January 5, 2020


    It seems

    our own impermanence is concealed from us.

    The trees stand firm, the houses we live in

    are still there. We along

    flow past it all, an exchange of air.



    Only the woman who has had to face despair is really

    convinced that she needs mercy.

    -Thomas Merton


    I miss you, D.


    Twenty years now
    Where’d they go?
    Twenty years
    I don’t know
    I sit and I wonder sometimes
    Where they’ve gone

    And sometimes late at night
    When I’m bathed in the firelight
    The moon comes callin’ a ghostly white
    And I recall
    I recall.


    Posted by dayle at 11:37 pm
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