Tuesday, September 27, 2011


I believe in the sun,
The day hung heartless and grey.  I languished in ennui.
even when it is not shining.
the sky broke blue and white cloudy dissipation.  I broke out of my prison of boredom.
I believe in love,
A free ride on a ride-on later and a violinist played Vivaldi as I passed patronage. 
even when I don't feel it.
As I rode the escalator esophagus down into the bowels of the Bethesda Underground, 
Pachelbel’s canon echoed down the tunnel. 
I believe in God,
I checked my time clock until the train to come, and I stayed at the escalator’s base. 
even when there is silence.
The canon echoed down the grey ferroconcrete tunnel and for the first time today I felt.

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