keeping up with words whispered December 26

keeping up with words whispered on the train
out of the window, out into the night
people screaming, people in a frenzy;
what’s the price of his time, waiting six hours
for someone to call him away from this mess.
its a bright day – winter is striking gold
nothing greiviously wrong in the world today,
a fine thread passing through my eye.
rough fields – padded with hay, remembering a story
only partly. how do I keep myself afloat?
trees in the night, and so much more else, he asks me questions asif
I have answers and am hiding, am being difficult
but throwing caution to the winds,
living as if there were no yesterday
simplicity intrinsic, drastic moves on the checker board
what is the meaning of a life, spent waiting for a glimpse, or a vision…
I can sing a song and it rain could drown me out completely.

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