Sunday, March 02, 2014

for in truth
our gifts had long been given
the wrappings
torn and thrown away
i have mine
and i am enjoying it to the full
there is no need for me
to see what you have gotten

i've seen the way the days of my life
take the life of a door
opening and closing
with a lesser sound
nothing so dramatic
nothing to expect about
explosive expletives

i like it this way
when you are gone somewhere
to that trip of your own
soul searching games

i am alone in the living room
inside a glass wall
borrowing the light from the fields
as i read
what new books i have.

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