poem

it is nearly midnight once again

the dog isnt here

the light left me

 

having mowed the lawn

having lived a day with footsteps to the car to the

store to bumble and bleed it has all

left... the world,

 

the day turns its back on me

turning its great back once more the earth

presumes itself

to have a better thing to do

 

than listen to my chidings

and so

has left me here with nothing more to do

than to write this note near my dark bed.

　

　

　

Reviews

[Emily B]

the day turns

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. these words are moving and mellifluous ... glad you decided to post them too ... it's always amazing to read you ... incidentally, it's 3:11 am here ... :) ...