The Present
Today is hereTomorrow gone.
Hostility
Dividing some.
Wasted days
Are left behind
Lemon peels
And orange rinds.
Moving forward
In a box
Protected from
The light it's caused.
Opening...
I see, and find
Discoveries
Are not so blind.
5-18-09
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