Float away, the rain-sea that is also the
sky.
Untethered
to anything.
Shuffled by wind.
Still, it sinks.
Lower
and lower with the pull of the million eyes that look up and hope.
Tough day
For reasons I will not get into now, today was tough. Something ended. But... something else might have begun. I wish things were smoother ...
1 comment:
Alternate endings, depending on the mood:
...still it stinks
or
...still it sings
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