Saturday, May 26, 2012

87. Striped in Sunlight

Striped in sunlight,
half-awakened from a dreamless sleep,
I have entered another world:
sun feels warm on my naked
oxygen soft and
Birds are tittering lazily;
I don’t know what they’re saying
children are playing in the park near-

and I am here,
listening to the cars go
There is such a sense of
but it is sad also,
knowing such instances
will be remembered forever,
though never occur the same way
twice –

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