Friday, October 10, 2025

The Current Stare of Affairs


It was a sound 

way off on the green lawn

A bank of birds

A signature somewhere

Like any line

Might be my last

I walked by the panzer tank 

A base of sunlight 

Blinded the Willows 

I was reminded 

But then lost count

I became hungry 

like a ghost 

Must feel hunger 

I was alone 

And suddenly 

Like a boat knocking 

Against its moorings 

I was asleep 

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The Current Stare of Affairs

It was a sound  way off on the green lawn A bank of birds A signature somewhere Like any line Might be my last I walked by the panzer tank  ...