of freedom

14 May 2010 § 1 Comment

if anything is free
i’d say it’s the rain.

just listen to that freedom
laughing as it Mis
chievously smacks the just and the unjust.

And when it’s gone
it’s still everywhere.

That time of day when everything looks perfect
ly beautiful no matter what
–just at dusk with some pink in the sky
and gloom above the glow enough to appreciate
deepest greens and golds–
seems to happen most in Spring.


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