Friday, January 03, 2003

"That's pretty," he said.
And she knew
That no matter how you combined six letters,
they could never express what she saw.

And the sun, over her right shoulder, agreed.

Wednesday, January 01, 2003

"Thinking about the meaning of life?," he asked as I stared out at the Rockies.
"Why would I be thinking about it," I replied, "when I can see it..."