Monday, December 08, 2008

Recessional



They spoke low
lacking wind
to carry
new vows


Their
Limbs dangle
in a bal de pendu
style.



Yet
Hope comes
filling our chests
with promise


Janus readies
the hinges
to open
a new day


Hope lies heavy
on dreamless eyes

As clouds take
gold from today's skies.

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