Untitled, original poem #55

the day said write
so i did
though i had nothing secret
 sacred
  or special to say
   about the way steady & laden clouds
    hid us from the universe
     via saturday

i wrote on
 through morning thickness
& dream revelry
if for no other reason
 than just to meet pencil to page
& be electric
 as we westward rode



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Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

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