Last Light
Reading The Mountain Poems of Meng Hao-jan
while flying from Denver to Seattle,
chasing the light at thirty five thousand feet
I long for the beginning of a new day,
knowing all too well when morning finally
comes I’ll probably be sound asleep.
loren
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Good observation
Nobius Black — 10:50 pm August 31, 2004
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