Tuesday, July 1, 2008

My Route Riddled with Crystals*

"In winter, it is what calls us
from seclusion, through endless snow
to the end of a long driveway
where, we hope, it waits—
this letter, this package, this
singing of wind around an opened door."
-David Bengtson, "What Calls Us"

*borrowed from here

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