December 9, 2009
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The sun is just warm enough
to remind me
of late summer barbeques
and the clink of ice in a cold soda.

That crisp autumn breeze
whispers through the emerald grass,
growing in its freedom.
Embracing me.

My face flawlessly reflected
In the cool depths of a springtime pond.
Like I am trapped beneath the water,
Trying to escape.

Just one small acorn,
Disturbs the glassy surface,
Shattering my image,
Because that’s all it takes.

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