Or, was it afternoon?
The sun keeps chasing me,
table to table, in this cafe.
I have things that I could do
instead of fretting on thoughts of you.
Saturday morning
like paralysis.
I drank my coffee as cars pass.
They have places to go.
What do I have?
Where are my dreams?
Somewhere under my Saturday morning
clouds of confusion...
I'm sure.
1 comment:
Early afternoon Saturday cafes are the best places to to think of things and sift through the clouds of confusion and try to find dreams and other things that you have that are hiding.
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