I sit here
watching a year of frozen moments
every day the same
every day unique.
The abuelita sitting sideways
is knitting a story about
the young couple caressing
in the middle seats.
There is a girl looking sad
just like every day
one more soul pondering
what has been lost.
Today is like every day
lasting forever
yet ending before I
know it has begun.
Like life, like love,
like working in Berkeley.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
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