Pebbles and marbles, like things on my mind, seem to get lost and harder to find. When I am alone, I am inclined if I find a pebble in the sand to think that it fell from my hand.
--Phish
Saturday, April 9, 2011
4-8-04
The sky has fallen, lying about in piles
of white that clump on the ground,
recline on the water, dim the horizon.
Clouds are in pieces,
save for one stacked upright, half-white in the dawn,
spiraling upward, pillaring the last section of sky.
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