After endless months of build-up, suddenly we're on the cusp of Election Day. I feel both incredibly excited and a bit anxious. It looks more and more promising. Possibilities. Vote.Fittingly, here's the final stanza from the beautiful "Dust from Dying Stars" by Julie Suk:
Like night-eyes in a forest
tomorrow glimmers
without a discernible body.
The full poem can be found in The Dark Takes Aim, published by Autumn House Press in 2003. The photograph was taken on my road on 10/30/08. Click on image to enlarge.
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