nothing concluded 174

pie day

without ice cream
plain and simple
nothing concluded
no matter where
 
sitting somehow
facing west
always a part
of my day
spent in thought
 
planes above
and no sirens
watching last years
leaves blow
across the back yard
 
bigger now
maybe just
less crowded
muddy so it
appears deeper
 
than actuality
finding it within
to break out
and onto
new pages
 
nothing concluded
or written
constant work
in progress
continuous
 
uphill battle
no matter
which side
of the street
I live on now
 
only eight minutes
have passed
and it has become
eight minutes darker
nothing concluded...