It was just 9 am a moment ago and I was telling a colleague of the weekends sweetnesses
Asked what the world might look like after a 100 year nap my one and only daughter said," It would be a very pretty world."
The candle wax tells me differently as it drips through the soft crack in its side
A day has passed before me and the trees stood still like they've not done so in weeks
Where are you wind, wind that trashed leaves and limbs all weekend
How long will the light be allowed to keep me company
Before the return of a wet and soggy precipitation
Redundant, Redundant, So be it.
Even I am fatigued by the promise of another sheet of rain
I who come to rain's defense before all others I know
I who drink rain drops like the manna from heaven they are
I who watch the muddy earth for a peak of bright green
And the harbinger is the crocus this day
She's around
She's not holding out
She's wanting recognition
She's flaunting her virgin debutante blooms
She's making promises she will keep
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Original question: where did today go?
It's right behind me
Time to turn around and go back the way I came
See you all nexterday.
On that you can count all ten fingers and toes
And those of your neighbor too.
For good measure.
Remember the world is a pretty place after a long nap.
I don't dare to question the truth and logic of a little girl who still sees pure energy and reads my mind.
Where did my day like that go?
It's all right beside me when I let it stand there.
