Postcard
Mostly Angels now-a-days
Wednesday, May 01, 2002
today
A series follows: midnight first
Then the dawn, mornings slow wake
Climbs to noon, then the gentle
Collapse of hours into night.
The point of writing in a calender
For every trip arond the sun
Evades the obvious monster
And then. . .
A series follows: midnight first
Then the dawn, mornings slow wake
Climbs to noon, then the gentle
Collapse of hours into night.
The point of writing in a calender
For every trip arond the sun
Evades the obvious monster
And then. . .
