mid march 2000
fine day

so.. oh my god beautiful
	slowly flowing
rainbow fading overhead
this sun lays itself to rest
my hair all wet
here in the wet
rain fading; sky clearing
if i could reach out and caress
	that sliver of moon
	or the clouds that look like angelwings
that would be a fine day
the smell of blossoms on fruit tress
	on days that rain
	a fine day
i could be barefoot, still overwhelmed
	but not dazed
every every every every day the sun does set
like a tiny piece a tiny bit of
	an endless intricate cycle in our
	place in the universe
and it will rewind itself
but we'll never notice
until our dreams are all sensitive to that
but never mind it all;
(i'll) enjoy every sunset as if it were my last.

© 2000 Katrina Kidwell Johnson %%(^#&@!#& katrina@noun.org