minds dwell upon emptiness
routines find their way back
to the end of the day and
openness hides inside the
framework of full disclosure,
hearts cling together like
church bells announcing the
weekly service while clergy
make last minutes changes
in their diaries and journals.
we serve strangers with the
leftovers of holiday meals as
farmers prepare their fields
for next season's planting...
curiously we move from one
generation to the next while
decades pass by un-noticed.
we see nothing except what
we are supposed to see and
hear nothing not intended to
hear unless it is that which we
already knew to be false...
hybrid vehicles keep our hybrid
bodies out of the cold - we move
slower than before, noticing only
what was left for us today and
chewing each bite thoroughly
before being tossed aside again.
January 16, 2025
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