it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
a good laugh
[what my yearbook photo could have been, had I been born a few decades earlier]
a good workout
I thought I was in decent shape. The folks at Atlanta Yoga proved me wrong. If you're looking for a get-your-ass-handed-to-you workout, I recommend it.
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