The Beginning
03/01/2011
It was the earliest days of the year, and
The fireworks lay in the gutter. All had emerged
Enriched from our great celebration; the ice lay melting.
It was a damn good thing to be alive.
Gnomic poetry daily
It was the earliest days of the year, and
The fireworks lay in the gutter. All had emerged
Enriched from our great celebration; the ice lay melting.
It was a damn good thing to be alive.
