This Will Be Another Boring Day
you wake up
with no one on your side
it is still very dark
as you open the window
you see
a garden with plants
wilting not watered
you see stones
and a concrete fence
without vines
you wear your shorts
put on your socks
and shoes
your sweat shirt
your first decision
this early morning
is to walk
you need to think
things over
about what to do
best on this sort
of, kind of, boring day.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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