Runny mathematics
Bleeds and bleeds
Water trickles
Tickles; it's kinda funny
10 AM
The last of sounding thunder
Distance closes my umbrella
Morning spreads my arms
As if to part the clouds
Pebbles spot the pavement
Chips of concrete underfoot
Mixed the wet with rubber
And the subtle slip
I run my shadow fingers
Over blades of grass
Through the shade of fences
And the cliffs of cracks
11 AM
Settle down these stairs
I huddle up the rail
Catch a gasp of autumn
As I come up for air
A simple-minded recess
To dine with passing scholars
Left and right they go
Some pause at me and wonder
No joy to eat alone
At least no less to sleep
I comfort lonesome softly
With fluffy chocolate sweets
Thursday, September 18, 2008
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