Thursday, September 03, 2009

this is how it felt

(a flurry of palpitations
as cold as sleet
rackets across the marshlands
of my heart
like a wild spring day )
when a few strains of a song I love took me by surprise earlier today.

I probably don't have to tell you who wrote that.
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