For something completely new
things are looking up.
Yet I find myself staring
down at feet and
counting toes.
We've walked countless miles they and I.
I look into the corner of my humble room and
contemplate footwear.
But I am a more clever animal.
This was on my mind this morning
so I wrote it down in the manner which follows:
"I see her like Sylvia at her window,
taking in the sound and swell.
She with her coffee
bathed in gentle,
fluorescent,
glow.
Tapping out the knots of life
trying to make them straight
with sense."
Let it be known
-should they ask-
that I seemed to always admire
fire.
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