Ever Ponder
Ever ponder I,
who hears the distant traffic haul,
The planes up high above me droan.
the whistle of the wind through trees,
And gentle rustle of their leaves.
I look beyond my window sill,
no stars tonight, just low set cloud.
And ever do I ponder still.
08.22.2020
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