I told Christina a few days ago that I had found a poem that made me very happy, but I didn't want to post it right away because I was saving it. She laughed and asked what I was saving it *for*. I  still haven't found a good answer for that question, but somehow, that hoarding impulse is still there, still strong, as if I can't quite bear to share ( Read more... )

My god, I love this poem. I keep reading it over and over and over again and thinking, yes this, exactly this. There is nothing else I could want to say right now.

A Color of the Sky -- Tony Hoagland

Windy today and I feel less than brilliant,
driving over the hills from work.
There are the dark parts on the road
when you pass through clumps of wood
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