overcast and cool, the morning starts
one for the books I would have to think,
singing birds and flying owls mark the spot
at which I have found myself in life, as
I contemplate the beginning of it all
as well as the end of what it might have been;
doggedly, we pursue whatever course of action
strikes our fancy hoping it be more productive
than originally thought, but expecting
disappointment just in case we were wrong
as we have been so often before this day.
17Mar18
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