Sunday, August 31, 1997

out of place

everything is so neat today
seemed the same upon waking
from a comfortable slumber
will come soon again no doubt
righting the wrongs
raise up the downs
seems so much easier to find
from where I sit now
so many things are still
out of place

sending mail as the eyes get blurry
some of the details missed
those gone from the spot
seeing they are all the same
side of the table fell over
another cup of coffee
realizing I am out of place…

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