Saturday, May 17, 2014

There's So Little Time

If I could stretch across a river to see the ocean, perhaps I'd find La Mer.  In any given instant, light upon the water vanishes as the sound of a cymbal fades.   I've missed it.  It's gone.  And as I search for it, I miss it again, until I get off my bike, and sit by the river.  Without waiting, without wanting.

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