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AUGUST 2004

> GARAGE SALE LETTERS | kimberly urban

Tiny beads, cupeled in one small crinkle of the line
Blurred ink swirls from the original intended time.
Scented by past, trickled with hope and sublime.
Words meaningful of meter and of rhyme.
Once a wishful thought so gracefully expressed.
Felt between fingers, tangible and impressed.
Truth penned reasons expanded with feyness.
Fine parted memoirs in a box, torn, useless.
Expansion of time increases ten fold
Invented novelties strike out the old,
So much bigger and better to behold.

> BIOGRAPHY | about the author

Kimberly Urban is a stay-at-home mother of three children. She is just an average person who likes to live life and laugh.