Monday, September 19, 2005

glorious but lonely sunsets

18sept05 sunset

Sometimes when tears fall for one thing,
they fall for all things...
all the piled up, pushed aside, buried deep things.
It is lonely inside this cemetery,
even outside in the last of the sunlight.
Without warning,
with only the slightest provocation
I cry
for the people. for the pets.
for the latest devastation.
for you. for me.
for what is and isn't and won't, can't be.
for the unmended, the unmending...
and the unmendable.

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