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Leaves!
I love this time of year. Ahh, the cooler weather.
I wrote this on Friday, and have been working on it since. Let me know what you think. What you feel. I’d love to know.
I’m Outside, The Coffee Is Still On The Table
Today is a story that will be
Retold another day when
The retelling is needed
The crisp breeze of mid October
Did more work for the senses
This morning than my cup
Of coffee
Or last week’s mail.
Both were on the table, along
With half of my right arm
This notebook and a forgotten
Taco Bell wrapper.
I sat down hoping to piece
Together what today is, piece
Together what yesterday was,
And,
And,
Got as far as three sips into
The second cup
Before the artificial atmosphere
Was too much for me to swallow,
to think.
The first bite of firm,
Ripe granny smith apple
That was this morning,
This mid October breeze morning
Taught me more about yesterday
Than thinking ever could.
I have known no night
That has conquered dawn.*
And when walking with a
Trusted craftsman respected
For his mastery
Of a named skill
Does my aptitude matter?
Or trust
in the master of that named skill?
Namely,
Living.
Breathe. Keep one foot in
Front of the other. Breathe. Again.
There,
That was easy.
Today will be a story
Retold another day.
Until then find me
Breathing, walking. Breathing
Namely,
Living.
*quote found on the wall of the men’s restroom at onePlace
Laker October 18th, 2006 08:50 am
I like it Sam. This poem is a good way to start the fall.
Steve October 19th, 2006 14:24 pm
This is by far the gayest thing you could ever write.
shannon October 19th, 2006 14:33 pm
lol at “steve”
Steve October 25th, 2006 11:18 am
Hey, the only words I let get put in my mouth are made out of spaghetti-os.
And what’s wrong with a little gaiety?