reflecting
the
sky above the pond
slight
ripple right
across
the surface
can’t
really label this anymore
it
has no real definition
simply
put whatever comes out
thoughts
pushing pen across
the
page slight ripple right
in
the hand collecting
arming
the self for resting days
sandwiched
between non-stop
busy
days in the workplace
sometimes
an under the skin
annoyance
to have to waste half the day
how
else does one survive
the
other half putting words down
on
pages for others to contemplate
or
maybe just to settle my own mind
in
this chaotic world…
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