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Sunday, March 4, 2012
White Dust
How to be humbled
how to fall to your knees,
as dust flies
from a small sketch-pad
and colors
skewer
the
reality
of daffodils
sheer so lovely
bright spears of light
against
the cold and relentless zephyrs
of false spring.
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