Friday, August 25, 2006

POEM: Late Summer Light

He’s never sure
what the light of his life
will be these days.
It could be his old car
which sometimes begins to shine
as he walks toward it.
Or perhaps it will be the belief
in the benevolence of things
that he carries inside him
like a secret street light
that shows the way.
It might even be the many trees
he’ll pass throughout the day,
their leaves shaking
like little lamps.

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