Wednesday, July 2, 2014

500th Post





A BIRTHDAY POEM

for Rachel

James Simmons

For every year of life we light
a candle on your cake
to mark the simple sort of progress
anyone can make,
and then, to test your nerve or give
a proper view of death,
you're asked to blow each light, each year,
out with your own breath.




 

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