don't even have a thought to start out with
an idea of where it all might be going
plus two who knew he might be counting words
again plus two much time has passed between book
she knew it and no clue why he can't make it
out of the doldrums strong wind beneath a sail
too little attention paid to the sunset sky every night
change the hair style not content laid out on the first page
swollen eyes start to shut like the cover of the book
time to breathe just breathe and tomorrow will be here
before he knows it will be the day they say
over maybe one too many times running on not out
all he has is time ironically he won't wear a watch
stares skyward even if he is cross eyed and
everyone else is confused three days until he arrives
like wind from the west it's what the night will do
if you let it...
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