Tax Day
The most important day of my life.
And it's impossible to tell anyone
why.
But it is, and it makes me smile!
Could be the money, could be the air. The air, full of yellow pollen and caustic to lungs and adnoids alike. Could be the money, green and soft, or crisp, unfolded bills.
It could be white down comforters and sheets strewn over the bed higgeldy piggeldy.
It could be sun and shadow, walks and sits.
It could be. You and me. Again. Still.
It could always be.
There is always time.
And I always hope.
But it is, and it makes me smile!
Could be the money, could be the air. The air, full of yellow pollen and caustic to lungs and adnoids alike. Could be the money, green and soft, or crisp, unfolded bills.
It could be white down comforters and sheets strewn over the bed higgeldy piggeldy.
It could be sun and shadow, walks and sits.
It could be. You and me. Again. Still.
It could always be.
There is always time.
And I always hope.
Posted: Tue - April 15, 2008 at 07:21 PM
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