I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Open Letter

Dear Universe,

Thank you for the past three lunch times where it was dry enough I could go for a walk. That in the midst of record flooding all around and rain in the morning and afternoon, you saw to it I could get some exercise in.

I love you too.

KTHNXBIE.

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