Like an addict
I barter for a little more sleep
Missing the dawn
Finally awake
But trapped behind glass
I watch a cloudless landscape
roll by
Afternoon is
Locked in a curtained house
Listening to voices drone
Deprived the feel of breeze
And the smell of leaves
Freed at last
Sunset has long faded
Into Autumn night
Unwatched
Too few, too precious
These waning sunny days
To be squandered thus
This is the last day
The last day of sunshine
I will waste
Friday, October 3, 2008
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