Lost & Found

Today while searching through the contents of the numerous banker boxes that contain my life, I found several things of interest: (1) a frame carefully packed in a box three years ago containing what then was deemed the sweetest of moments and “home”; (2) my grandpa’s Argus C-3(!!!), which I thought I had lost during one of several moves; and (3) poems written in the shade of a fragile time when I was working overseas after my first year of law school.

In regards to (1), it is strange to unpack something I once held so dear but which no longer has any emotional meaning.  An empty frame was repacked with hopes a snapshot of joy will soon fill it.

As for (3):
Love  Regardless of Circumstance No. 2
five thousand miles gone
Home
lost in unhappiness
tears shatter dead phone lines.

Everyone Loves a Hummingbird
these wings,
stolen
from the unsuspecting hummingbirds,
collapse under heavy hearts.
falling,
with
no
where
to
l    a    n    d

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12.17.2010 – Fresh Air*

12.18.2010 – The Brick*

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Blogtracks:
– Beach House, “I Do Not Care for the Winter Sun”
– Porcelain Raft, “Tip of Your Tongue”

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