Document 2…

I thought I knew,

I thought I cared,

I thought I was there,

I thought I would be fair…

No name have I come up with,

Just allowing the self to flow,

I am not stopping myself from letting this grow,

Just letting myself run with it, the words do again flow…

The sun, it be out,

No clouds on the horizon,

Reflecting off the cars,

Those same cars having no mars…

Rufuz is out,

I am too just about,

Gotta work today,

Out I will be to make that almighty dollar, yes I may…

Colder out it got overnight,

From sixty five yesterday,

To twenty five overnight,

Today a balmy forty, but outside it is bright…

No longer is the rain coming down,

The camper has no moat around,

As always I am the recluse,

I’ve no reason to be anything else; I find it no use…

 

        © ed ~ 11/26/04