Day 1680, smooth.

It froze

after the first rain

and leaves fell

~

the next morning sun

broke the ice

and we drifted

apart

~

the distance

warmed

and the rough edges

melted

~

soon

this all

is one again

Day 1679, far apart.

The world speeds by

seen through the left window

of my car

~

at a glance

I see a handful

of black sheep

grazing

far apart

~

where I come from

the sheep mostly

stick together

~

I guess these black sheep

don’t

Day 1678, distorted.

I like to look

at the reflection

of a blue sky

in one of the large structures

blocking

my horizon

~

the reflection adds

a much needed

distortion

of what I wish

to see

Day 1674, playing.

The urge

to pull

on the first words

dangling

in your mind

~

when asked

for an opinion

~

curious

for what will happen

you give

in

and the rest

arrives

~

you pulled

like the cat

with seven lives

Day 1667, noone.

The light and lingering rain

gives my mood

a muted tone

of afternoon and autumn

~

while I wander

in this light

I lookup

to an old window

~

and a thought

appreciating the mood

asks me:

~

does the window

fulfill its role

of bringing in light

in an abandoned house

Day 1665, sideways.

Like our nose

we don’t see the truth

when we approach it

to close

~

we can still see

a part of it

when we close

the right eye

~

when stepping back

is not an option

Day 1664, straight line.

A lot of things

that are man-made

have perfect

straight lines

going up

and sideways

~

even when we think

or speak

~

the shortest route

is a straight line

and when we look

for answers

we often

don’t wander

around

Day 1657, a clear barrier.

I sometimes focus

on what’s between me

and you

~

I see small scratches

dirt

still there

after that storm

some rain

droplets

~

and on the inside

smudges

from my finger

tips

from when I tried

to reach

out

~

I realize

that I need to clean

my windows

Day 1643, a lot.

It just comes

all

towards me

when I think of it

~

when I open

my eyes

and see it all

in front of me

~

I just need

to focus

on a cubic inch

of matter

at a time

~

and then

at the end

it lays all

clear

in parts

in front of me

Day 1641, wondering.

We can leave

our conscience

~

when we are naked

and all alone

~

wondering

in our minds

inner prairie

~

in search

for a place

to shelter

and

re

mi

nisce

our path

Day 1638, clown.

They say some clowns

clown

because they touch

sadness

with one hand

~

while you

only feel it

~

but some clowns

clown

without knowing

that there is

sadness

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