Monday, February 04, 2008


He was watching the Super Bowl,

a tense, close game,

when suddenly he decided to walk outside.

He stood on the sidewalk in the darkness.

Nothing special was happening,

just a truck taking its slow way

up the street, just a piece of paper

resting in the grass beside the house.

The sky was silent

up there in its comfortable space,

and far away a train whistled

as it sped to somewhere special,

some place where trees

were good-naturedly growing

and hearts were beating

in the big game of love.

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