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Words & Pictures

I’m waxing a little poetic today. Maybe I’ve been inspired by all of the rain from Joaquin – or maybe I’m just feeling reflective at the start of a new month.

I’m not much of a poet, but if my fictitious “poet hat” is insisting that I wear it, then who am I to refuse? I could be having a bad hair day and not even know it. Maybe it’s time to take a look in the mirror.


 

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Mie-ken, August 2014

one to twelve, one to twelve

time trudges on

nagoya, highway, driving, japan
Nagoya, July 2014

while we’re left blinded by the headlights of passing cars

trying to blink the dazzling spots away

as we furiously commit to memory every detail of that single, fleeting glimpse

sunset, japan, kurobe
Kurobe, April 2014

forgetting to bathe and dance in the last few radiant beams

that come before goodbye


Have a beautiful (and safe!) weekend,

Gwyn

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