11/02/2001

The air is wet against the grey.
Street lights illuminate the mist for several feet.
My head lights shine upward and out.
Bringing the trees to light.
You can see the leaves give in to the wind,
and season.
Autumn presents itself even in the night.
As I park and the lights go off I see the moon.
Full and brightened in the sky.
I love this time of year.
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11/22/2001

There is only one spiral in my life
And I trace its curved path whenever I think I am on the right one
There is only one question that continually pops up when I look at you
But I can't even answer the simplest remarks
They all expect the most in the smallest amount of time
What can anyone do in thirty days
From thirty days when you knew what you were doing
So long ago
Where was I
Just when there were stars I could see
I ran back  to the city
How can solitude deliver me