The days go by--the routines that tell us
who we are--our bent of mind, why we're here.
Each day confirms--or not--what we can trust,
who and why we love and what we should fear.


Today refuses to make up its mind--
Snow? No? Sparse flakes spitting down randomly,
disappearing, appearing--it's inclined
to be coy--no serious alchemy.
 


allan dibiase
03/07/2013 12:54pm

The days go by--the routines that tell us
who we are--our bent of mind, why we're here.
Each day confirms--or not--what we can trust,
who and why we love and what we should fear.

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Here's some truth to chew on....

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