Sunset Sunday

mugginess as a state of mind
birds singing on the roof

a mind is playing poker
stripping itself bare of all its anxieties

aiming to reach the core of the nucleus
where the energy is created

1 thought on “Sunset Sunday”

Thomas Davis on January 25, 2012 at 3:55 pm said:

This is a cool poem. May we all find the core of the nucleus where energy is created!

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