Tuesday, February 2, 2010

In a Fog

Once,
Scenarios stood
In bright relief,
Backlit by the white
Light reflection of

Your smile.
Dreams danced
Across your brain,
Flashy flamencos
Sparking their taps.

Now,
Crowded, obscured,
You strain against
Tomorrow, fumble
For a futile key.

Once, your smile. Now.

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