watching
hands
dizzy
face
days
become shorter
twisting
the night away
locked
in thought
dread
in mind
hand
in hair
twisting
the night away
cross-eyed
ruining
the
straight line walk
idea
just passing
or
flashing
yellow
slow down
take
a good look
at
what's all around
realize
luck
drawn
lines in sand again
once
a week beach trips
as
summer came and went
too
fast not forgotten
night
like this
always
bring
out
the stories
like
earthworms on the driveway
after
the rain
now
I live on a hill
they
will all slide into the mud
as
the sounds of the night
get
stranger each day
my
Bible reading friends
came
by again today
this
time no one
was
home to witness
and
I just don't understand
their
angle
truly
care for I
am
on my own spiritual
path
which is constantly changing
like
wind knocking down dead wood
nothing
concluded...
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