It all started when I lost my Pants

poetry, musing, short stories and generally the inner workings of the brain of a 30-something year old woman who is a little nutty, a little sane, a little loud and just a little shy.

Friday, November 18, 2005


A flicker of hope
Burning embers of what may be
But alas
All for naught
Can one open the sky
With a word
A glance
A song
Written this morning


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