Autumnal Reverie
Sun beaming down
through the clouds
it seems to me
that life is continuing
as it always has
Who knows the purpose?
Who knows the reason why?
These questions float in the
air
and are blown away
by a northeastern wind
The clouds have
no need
for metaphysics
they exsist to be
swept away
after leaving rain
on the land
In small rooms
throughout the city
eyes peer through open windows
gaze upon the
asphalt homeland
The rain stops!
We can breathe easily
once more
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2007
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