Heavy, white, misty. Like fog
the past envelopes,
cool, slips through my fingers.
By Peter A. Stinson
Copyright 2004 by Peter A. Stinson.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry 360 with permission of the author.
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
To hold on
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