In Motion: Bellingham, Poetry, San Juan Islands, Ted Talks

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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Poetry: Winter Sunset


Winter Sunset

sun setting at three pm
getting ready for bed
shade drawn on 
the west window
conversation bouncing
off hard wood
spoons clink in
bowls of white
does the sun 
hear my pen 
scrape across the page
can the woman
with red hair 
hear the bubbles 
sparkle in my cup

It is implied




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