Thursday, May 26, 2011

To My Parents, Dave & Carol , For Always Teaching Me That I Can Do Anything

eating the extra glow
in a dimly lit dining room
a handprint in the foreground
forehead against the window
the cool glass against my skin
hearing Pachelbel's Canon played in E
and written in neon
scared of messing something up
and having no idea
what that something could be
nor it's colour
or width

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