Thursday, May 27, 2010

When All

When silent words of nerve run dry
and those that create the sound
ask why,
I look outside my window,
then listen to green blades
that move me,
the rolling rows that ne'er
run out
the simple sounds
that try to scout
Just how did you lose sight
of this
when all that mattered was
what was missed.

There are a lot of things we miss out on. Spring is just one of them.

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