Pink hues graze the rim of the horizon
The storm has passed and remnants remain,
like the less tangible breaths pushing the bare branches
Nesting between are the homes of unnamed tweets
Though they're visible on the tree limbs
and as they burst away to flee the scene,
six buses have huffed by since my awakening today
Needless to say, the routine never stops even if I were to
There is so much action and play happening live
while I am unpredictable and discreetly running away
from most moments in close quarters
I would love anyone's two cents on the matter
and if I had a nickel for every time I
contradict my internal discussion and dialogue...
Well, I wouldn't want to waste the time on someone else's dime.
~Tina Meeks
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