PUTTING IT ALL OFF
Going through the paces : stained glass
blue light illuminated from outside with
light-rays coming in. Reds and greens
as well. A regular La Farge fire. The
uneven sidewalk seemed buckling too
with people. Big, crazy late June flowers
arching over table and chair and the
doorway itself nearly hidden. I looked
around - once more - for anything I
would recognize; saw only you and
heard the noise from the distant lawn.
And, yes, right then in my loneliness
I decided to watch the Sun rise, watch
it rise as if for the very first time
on a very distant planet on the very
first morning, somewhere I'd never
been before. No more putting it off.
Going through the paces : stained glass
blue light illuminated from outside with
light-rays coming in. Reds and greens
as well. A regular La Farge fire. The
uneven sidewalk seemed buckling too
with people. Big, crazy late June flowers
arching over table and chair and the
doorway itself nearly hidden. I looked
around - once more - for anything I
would recognize; saw only you and
heard the noise from the distant lawn.
And, yes, right then in my loneliness
I decided to watch the Sun rise, watch
it rise as if for the very first time
on a very distant planet on the very
first morning, somewhere I'd never
been before. No more putting it off.
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