Wednesday, March 2, 2011

A Hollow Tuesday

The ripples
Had quivered.
Embedded in a pool where the rain has placed them.
Hidden under a moist wooden playground
Next to a set of broken swaying swings.

Without the sunlight, we live under grey skies.

And that is all that we have for today.

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