Heading home again and
the dying sun is before me
The sky is soldered with cooling copper
embers and deepening iron gray
Here on 30th Street again, I'm thinking about
matters of the mind, matters of the heart
The: what is|n’t and what may be|come
The: what I want from me|you, maybe you
No one knows for sure how things will end,
so let’s just hold on to how it may actually begin
Written: 6/10/10
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