During Depression

Don’t let a day go by
Without shy unasked for things
Its possible you’ll have to imagine them
A cat who turns up, missing an eye
Or wind blown paper
Advertising the joys of others
All wonder is your own affair
Years ago I sat in a boat
Left rotting on dry land
For its wood-talk souls

Author: stevekuusisto

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