A story retold, even if a little differently.
A man smiles. Finding himself once again lost in the tale.
A companion's laughter. Decent conversation over a meal.
Clouds breaking to see the moon.
Of golden discs and American tails.
The ebbing tide of time stills, for shining moments.
And infinity is measured in the verse of a song.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
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