Friday, December 28, 2012

sunday mornings

sunday mornings.
new beginnings or bittersweet endings?
promises of a fresh start from the muted sun
condemning and damnation from the fiery pulpit crooner.
both turned to sand by her indifference
this moment alone matters.
the here and now, the immediate present
this gift he's given her, staying here
softly beside her in this vast expanse
of white.

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