20 March 2007

for a few hours

the world's well guarded and we see a mask
that covers nothing but has firm regard
for all i do with gaze both firm and hard
as i'm seated in my place plying my task
there's not much i think that it would ask
while behind the night takes shape starred
and pools of light fill the deep tarred
street in them the cars appear to bask
now here and there we see the moving lights
that signal life continues in its proper way
while signs proliferate on neat green lawns
these are the symbols of the springtime nights
the signs that soon we will return to day
cease being kings and take up being pawns

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