3rd poem written in hospital Clear Dawn
Barely lit
the trees across the way
Still shadows across the lay
of land
out my window
I think
about the sun
Expect it
to shine through
the dim mists somehow
Oh
they're calling me for breakfast
I better go
Hot chow waits for no
man or woman
I hope to see
you later SUN
Promise
Sept. 9-2006 |