Tuesday, July 5, 2016

poem of the day July 5


Waking to the rain
pattering down
into town
I wish I had known
last night
when I lay there
tossing
turning
worrying about
watering the poor
little plants
outside alone
in the wilderness
All the that effort
of mind wasted
on time that
can not bring
back the sleep
I seek

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