an asterisk of contrails in the sky
the white so clear against the blue
patterns once provided do not lie
i walk uphill the sun's not in my eye
so many things this week come due
an asterisk of contrails in the sky
we're required to do more than just try
to make the old become better than new
patterns once provided do not lie
nothing remains to sell or even buy
the road is hard beneath my shoe
an asterisk of contrails in the sky
what happens is not what we'd spy
all happens in plain order and on cue
patterns once provided do not lie
and in the end we tell truth from lie
we don't expect to see the morning dew
an asterisk of contrails in the sky
patterns once provided do not lie
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
24 April 2007
morning adventure
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