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gravestones, headstones, Ithaca, New York, poetry, shadows, spring, sun, tanka
could be I’m tired
or lost, but to close my eyes
and nod off
while the world goes on
gives me a certain peace
or lost, but to close my eyes
and nod off
while the world goes on
gives me a certain peace
silent sentinel
facing the end
of another day
tom clausen 