Friday, August 08, 2003



"You'd miss the seasons," I say,
casually picking at my unfinished salad,
watching the fireflies strobelight the lateness
of a summer evening (they tangle
in the brilliant grass, the canny spiderweb)
"Miss winter?" you reply, vivid eyes
registering only a quizzical incomprehension.
"Why?"


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