Friday, November 12, 2010

Prendre Plaisir à la Pure et la Simple

the echoing of the clacking of tires over the joints in an overpass from below

the feeling in my chest of the sound of a passing train

the smell of the air after rain on hot pavement

the salty taste of tears bringing me back to the present

the curious look of a small child looking back at me

the thought that all these are empty and transitory and still finding joy in them

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