Infinite rain
non existent this morning
with the sun s t r e a m i n g
Her face shining in my living room
Infinite shadows
I do not feel you creeping in my veins
or the foreshadowing of the day ahead
Infinite madness
I run around the house to find napkins
blue napkins and they are missing
Oh, well
Infinite goals
I want to be happy
I want to walk and take the Bart to Oakland
to see Owen and Evie
Infinite light
that floods my heart, my head
every day now
Who knows really why?
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Monday, 6 May 2013
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