The Walking Trail
Day. A lonely dock.
The snow hesitates to fall
On my new sneakers.
The snow hesitates to fall
On my new sneakers.
Great Ideas
Great Ideas (Forget which date this one was written) My mind is like a well I sit by its stone side. Sometimes I look into the dark. How deep is it? Given the time I'll pull up the bucket Overflowing with memories Great ideas Appointments. I don't know why I wait so long to drink. I'm busy I guess. Most of it evaporates into messy clouds. I forget. I'm only left with a few drops To quench my thirst.
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