sun is shining and the air is heavy
no one reads poetry
if they do I don’t know them
well enough to tell them I have
something or nothing to say
boring myself would be an understatement
at this point I need a GPS for life
sun is shining through a hazy sky
looking down to where I sit
daily trying to understand
why I put pen to page
and used to do it daily
as if I had something to say
or was it nothing to do…
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