#803 - trying not to think of something

 

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trying not to think of something

 

sometimes it happens

world by itself

 

a stand of trees will wander on

all feather bright

decked with

snippet of song

 

but grudge returns

sunset on a far far moon

 

you wonder who the ghost will be

 

for the distance there

 

days of old laughter

now simply soil

 

de-tuned

trying to think of nothing at all

trying not to think

still thinking to try

 

just for that moment gone