Almost June

Come she will
When streams are ripe
And full of rain,
She will stay
Resting in my arns again.
She’ll change her tune.
   – simon and Garfunkel

Another struggle
To open the eyes,
To fill the viewing  eyes
With hope
And an ability
To let go of despair.
Words arrive
Fishing me out
Of my sinking despair.
Commends poetry
Pulling me up
Feeling worthy
Of another day’s
Smelling suspiciously
Slowly filling
the way air
Filled the tires
Of my bicycle
Back in the days
The dog was not
too old to follow.
Back in the time
Life seemed sublime
Promising too many lies
And not blocked by
A anxiety of truth.

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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