today the sky is almost
white nearly no blue
to be seen
no complaints as of yet
to be heard
how is the day spent
sitting so long
head buried in books
thoughts and time
flying on by
as birds return
from the south
it’s what they always said
in school
if memory serves
hardly the time
given to lift the head
and look around
what else could be seen
stuck on thoughts
tied to this spot
somehow as if more
than gravity was involved
these thoughts continue
nothing concluded…
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