A blistering start
To the day
Is a way
To see that there
Is actually hope
To see the inverse
Of what is presented
And now in reverse
I can see what is true
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Monthly Archives: April 2024
A Light Rain
The train
Runs by
in the rain
Bustling down
On the city streets
The oil smell
Pulls from underneath the wind
And over toward me
I can see a person sitting
Watching
And looking back
Right at me
Simple Times
Were there ever simple times?
A time when everything was smooth
As the morning dew
Rather I object
That time neither existed
In romance or
Realism but
Was a fragment
Of imagination
Lodged in the hopeful
For today is the day
Of hope for me
Regardless of the fate I see
We start in with
Today
Better Today
Better today
Than yesterday
So everyday try
To be
Better
Vast
If it vast
It happening
Now
In the moment
Of the air
In the mourning
In the night
And all around
Agree
Agree to what
How did it happen
What about the news
Of another day
To get it over
The hump
Of what might
Be what is to come
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