Pipe Dreams
Sitting in self enforced silent solitude
mind racing madly trying to catch
A train of thought
Sipping a second coffee in hope
of more awareness
Seeking the comfort in clarity
of thought
and grasping smoky tendrils
of half-baked muddy pie ideas
Sun's been up for hours
birds are on their after feeding chorus
The second of the day
No wind
heavy dew
Fourth of July
Freedom is lonely as ever
Time flashes back to stand
in cold wet heather
watching fog rise on
gorse filled hills
what's next?
Today
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2005
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