Saturday, January 15, 2011


a day

after departure
found words

a shimmer
welled up
from beneath

not everything
is saved
from mistaken
erasure and loss

deep are
the breathes
that linger
making absence
"han" present

recollections are
not necessary

I watch
the snow
fall gentle

we dream

our story

- See: Personal Poetry

:: note :: ... over the holiday season the Temple was broken into ... lots lost ... I even erased material I wanted to keep ... loss and erasure ...