Tuesday, February 26, 2013


I rush out of the house
Having awakened in time
To miss my breakfast
Cool air hits my face
It's nearly Fall
A few says left of Summer time
I darted down the concrete way
Dying flowers all along
Having missed them in my daily rush
I'd missed when they were beautiful
I stepped out on the blacktop road
And saw a gray and lonely car
Quickly pull around the curve
I've missed her yet again
As I've missed so many in the past
Perhaps I can catch her now
If I run along the street
And try to make myself known
Before she's completely out of sight

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