* Alchemy Farmhouse *

February 22, 2008, 10:03 am
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In the remaining hours

before the birthday becomes,

hopes and fears dangle

like the New Year’s ball

suspended stationary for

so many days

until the last moments

when the trickle becomes

a plunge

the scales are teetering

heaped with reflection

balanced by foreshadow

neither worth the

weight of their worry

but each a coin that

jangles in my pocket

this morning.


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