WATERMARK

A new collage; an old poem:

Snapshot 23 March 02005

This day passed as quickly
   as yesterday, no sunrise,
only a lightening of sky
   and later, a darkening.
Rain washing down on

snow, then snow on rain.
   A measure of solitude.
A measure of sadness.
   Four a.m. awake in that
border space. Ice fog

to the ground. What do I
   look for in this place? Some-
thing that hides in the day. Some
   color, some shape undimmed
by pragmatism. Some measure of joy.

This piece was featured at GSO blog.

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