Sunday, March 13, 2011

the dying fleck of gold that can not leave me

this huddled golden mass.
inside the granite hourglass.
stubbornly refusing to fall
it presses itself against the wall.

do not succumb to gravity!
into the eternal depths of the cavity!
where the joyous memories
go... swept away by the angry breeze.

-Pamplemousse

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