Sunday, May 15, 2011

I start again

Of vows,blessings, cake,and  a life in permanent review-

I am my own hotpsot (hotpoet was what the keys bounced out first)
Hurling forward on this road.
The man in the front seat practices Chinese
as the road slides wetly below our feet and we leave a trail of spit.
Leaving behind upcoming vows and too much cake.
Reviewing the blessings
going forward, looking back
and loving her more than she will ever know.

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