ETHEREAL ONE
My concentration was in Greek and the solid man
was always holding the pencil. He sold ices from a
cart at the riverside park. So many times I wished to
ask him things, but I never did. Now, already late
Summer approaches and it's coming time to make
a move. Overhead, where yesterday a thin moon
slivered, just now there are clouds and rain due in.
Everything seems to change in the blink of an eye.
This palace, this planet, this place - it all leaves
so little room to maneuver. I am stuck, it would
seem, between the blandishments of going, and
the temptations of staying around.
My concentration was in Greek and the solid man
was always holding the pencil. He sold ices from a
cart at the riverside park. So many times I wished to
ask him things, but I never did. Now, already late
Summer approaches and it's coming time to make
a move. Overhead, where yesterday a thin moon
slivered, just now there are clouds and rain due in.
Everything seems to change in the blink of an eye.
This palace, this planet, this place - it all leaves
so little room to maneuver. I am stuck, it would
seem, between the blandishments of going, and
the temptations of staying around.
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