#465
i know it’s just
the wind
opening
and
closing
the shutter door.
But i really like
to pretend it’s you.
#466
Staying up late,
rum, ginger peanuts,
saying the rare things,
admiration, hope,
under that shining star
and its walking synchronicity.
#467
So close
to that night
that heat
that song,
some hours,
uncertainty,
got that feelin’,
keep it buildin’,
faith.
#468
Oh joy,
like writing
another unread poem
will save
this day,
as if
anything could.
#469
And the Sun shines on,
while i sit here still,
wasting our time.
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wazoo!
-Mr. Write