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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3670 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention California Winter James K. Perkins A gentle breeze blows through the hall; And as the silver ashes fall, They ride upon the flowing air Into the reaches of despair. The blackness always reminds me— No matter when or where I see Its hopeless tones and desperate shades— Of an old love that slowly fades. I look out from atop the stairs Into the sun’s deceiving glairs Of a California winter. And I wish that I were with her. I see the shimmer of her eyes: A storm in swirling midnight skies That has troubled me for so long, And I know that I am wrong. In midnight dreams she takes the form Of treacherous insects that swarm About my body and my bed, That drink my life and leave me dead. |
