And today was a good one:

a fun performance with Akiko that went just right,
fish and chips,
a nice walk on a beautiful fall night.

Since I was little, I've always loved the fall.  It has a smell, you know?

Here we go, Day 67:

Fractal Caveat
by Wendell Smith

The best of my poems
have been sung and lost
they've vanished
like the fingers of frost
that come to craze 
the edges of a pond
on early mornings
of late autumn days.