Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Fast Day 375 August 23 2014 Lonely Roads
sadness falls like confetti; obscures the road:
where we wept so much; there's hardly a tear now:
I have grown weary; overcome with life:
a smell! taste! O, smile!
sapphics writ 11/11/11/5 syllables with a break in each line between clauses.