poetry & things

Looking for nothing today


no place today

in mind

thoughts reaching –

no tomorrows

to find

little daydream

a tune to be sung

life spinning

under autumn’s sun

far off

meadow plains,

cool wanes quiet falling sun

golden, reds

still hanging on

A place, nowhere to be,

no one am I

content beneath blue fields

of sky

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