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Monday, September 29, 2014

Soft, the Lone Bird's Chirp




 It's cloudy today--
Will I let my spirits sink
Or enjoy the light?


 



 My thoughts are inside;
Rest of the world is outside.
Will they ever meet?



 


Pattern on the lawn:
Memories of a ladder
Etched into the grass.



 



The hungry goat eats,
Looks at me for a second
Then goes on eating.





It's the bench's time,
Now among the fallen leaves
Ready for decay.


 



Soft are the shadows
On this muted cloudy day;
Soft the lone bird's chirp.


 



 Suddenly machines
In the woods and on the hill
Roar against the trees.





High above the clouds
An unseen airplane echoes.
(The leaves keep falling.)

















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