[today]Jul 25th, 2006 11:55:44 pm - Subscribe

a dime-sized star
burns a hole
through the clear day

in the shade,
the voices of silence
are not so far
below the surface

the murmur
of the road
distant

a breeze ripples
the stillness

the leaves
whisper

another day
like any

of sixteen summers
that I
have seen

just a day
like any other

and like any other,
I'm thinking
of you.

awake,
aware of
the passing of time

that dime-sized sun
counting sand grains
left in my hourglass

another blur
of light and sound

today is
yet another day

like any of
sixteen summers
I have lived here

just one day;
and like any other,

I would choose to be
no place but
here.

[I am]cold.
[inspiration]just a day like any other.