Wednesday, May 13, 2009




He isn’t sure

if it was the satisfying air

of the summer day,

or a sociable breeze

that passed through Westerly,

or perhaps the smile

the girl at the coffee shop gave him.

Was it a word

that one of his students said,

a simple word

that softly brushed against him?

Was it a thought

that let itself into his life?

Was it the sandwich

that sat in his lap

as he drove through the countryside

in the sunshine? 

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