22 February 2007

clearing my desk

clear cloudless blue the covering of the sky
polished and bright on this winter day
the sparkle of the fountain across the way
the breeze is soft a solitary bird goes by
there's too much on my plate i cannot try
each single taste of work or even play
this has been home but now i cannot stay
there's lack of tears i do not want to cry
i stare at the brown leaves against the blue
at the bare branches and the evergreens
and flowing water shining in the sun
what's here is going from us that is true
we'll feast our eyes on other pleasant scenes
it's time to go though never time to run

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