Thursday, October 02, 2003

 

Bundles

I have thought of beaches, fields,
tears, laughter.
I have thought of homes put up-
And blown away.

I have thought of meetings and for
Every meeting a good-by.

I have thought of stars going alone,
Orioles in pairs, sunsets in blundering
Wistful deaths.

I have wanted to let go and cross over
to a next star, a last star.

I have asked to be left a few tears
And some laughter.

--By Carl SandBurg
--From Good Morning, America



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