Everything happens, all the time.
Thoughts were mulled, raindrops fell,
and in the darkness,
ice cream may have been eaten.
Some days, a drive was taken,
home was escaped, and
fresh air partaken. But not today.
Today a certain clamminess
was partaken in, a certain choking
was hanging in the air. And then another
wasted day was exalted, in passive voice.

04/13/2009

Posted on 04/14/2009
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