Thursday, January 8, 2015

Observe


The gray sky is alight with new ideas.
My mind, the same.
LA winter is gray, I'm told.
I understand.
I get winter.

There are moments where the truths in this adventure wash over me,
gray sky to light.

They are fewer than I'd like, but I try.

I wouldn't change the moment
or the sky.

(LA, CA: 11/16/13)

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