||[Sep. 14th, 2007|11:13 pm]
I have asked forgiveness for the cracked cup of angry words,|
and the moon, thin shards of that cup is just right for cutting
out the chaotic rage of those words and making new ones
for a new year.
I have gone to the window, looking for
that young moon which has come and gone;
but left a memory so strong:
a woman wearing perfume
who has come into the room and departed.