Thursday, October 22, 2009
11:09 pm
Autumn waiting.
Cold wind.
The day is waiting for winter
Without a sound.
Everything is waiting—
Broken-down cars in the dead weeds.
The weeds themselves.
Trees.
Even sunlight
Is in no hurry and stays
For a long time
On each cornstalk.
Blackbirds are silent
And sit in piles.
From a distance
They look like
Something
Spilled on the road.
Tom Hennen
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Every day I am surprised at the precarious equilibrium of this world in which we inhabit. So many small things can add up to something that make you squint your eyes and light up that spark of wonder. So this is how it is,
oh (:
