Overwhelmed as usual... not sure why.
The snow is melting quickly. Yay!!
I'm excited for tomorrow night...
Tired of avoiding some of my commitments.
Changes. Many Changes... is all part of the fun.
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"I would rather die on my feet, than live on my knees."
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Breakfasts and Sara, You Were Beautiful
Every day I think we went to the cafe,
the cafe of vapors and rhyme
and the circular truths going 'round,
truths of every day, like the sound from the
jukebox down there, our talk scratching
like an old record . . .
I spilled my confessions like coffee and
we mopped them up, the soppy glop like
a plate-load of me.
I'm sorry I'm sorry
An old record going 'round . . .
The smells of cinnamon and of grounds . . .
and I begin to think of you as a priest,
in your absolution and your grace.
Oh, and the long hours 'round noon,
your presence like sugar
on a long-handled spoon.
Steve Rohs
Quoted from Poetry.com
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