Sunday, July 6, 2014

Letters, 1972

To the sun:
 the brightness excels your smile,
 the light shines around your space,
 within the dark reaches of life--
 you make it real,
 you bring the world closer to me,
 so do your thing,
 please, before we die.


To the moon:
 GROW UP!  WON'T YOU?

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