Falling The calendar shedding days like leaves trips you up. You wish to save some ironed between wax paper thumb-tacked near the phone to recall. But nights rake them away too quickly. You realize you’re falling through years. © 2005 Tom Harmon
The calendar shedding days like leaves trips you up.
You wish to save some ironed between wax paper thumb-tacked near the phone to recall.
But nights rake them away too quickly.
You realize you’re falling through years.
© 2005 Tom Harmon
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