Spring Floods
Moment of weakness
with eyes welling
tears about to roll
down my cheek.
I wish that I could
walk through walls
to escape this epic dream.
I've been up all night
tossing and counting
the sheep that leap
over my head.
The season swells
with new fallen snow
building up reserves for
spring floods.
Today's piece is another piece about nothing. I caught the first bit of the address to congress tonight. What a joke. I don't want to get political but applause and standing ovations seem to be on sale tonight. They come so easy. Peace out.
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