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what sitting will get you
by Charlie Morgana din of t.v.s; ac unit blowing,
a murmuring count of a game being played;
raindrops of thoughts coalesce into a puddle.
a rainbowed oil slick takes my shoe,
as i unapologetically splash it away.
i'm Humphrey, hat cocked to one side,
cigarette smoldering in my lips' corner.
i add the ages of all my body parts;
some mountains are just too tall to climb.
fold the map, put it back in my Sherpa's coat;
i will check it again in a few more years.
until then, i'll follow the Sun, the Moon;
chase stars and earthly storms; i want to be there;
mystified! the moment the mystery's unveiled, 07/28/2010 Posted on 07/28/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/28/10 at 11:34 PM The one mystery my father in law never could solve was how a computer could do as many millions of transacti0ns per second that it does.
I always just said mirrors. He was one of the smartest men I ever met. Good write Charlie. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/29/10 at 04:02 AM chaz, this makes me want so much to just take a loooooooong walk, and wander where ever my legs will take me. one day perhaps. |
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