January 3rd, 2010
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Peter Bilitch
Ideas are like snowflakes
momentary in their beauty,
seemingly endless in variety.
Arriving from nowhere
they can form to create,
a truly terrifying force.
Then like snow on the ground
they vanish from view,
as if they never existed.
October 1st, 2009
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Peter Bilitch
A dull and golden light
high clouds on evening haze.
A heady springtime rite,
evokes a dreamlike daze.
The evening sun lies low
clouds trail across the sky.
The passing time goes slow,
unrushed by passers-by.
…,
the evening closes to.
…,
sitting here beside you.
