I see now that
there are innumerable
ways to do nothing.
Today, I pour myself into
the eyes of flowers.
Together we look
and wonder what
in the world are
the stars all
waiting
for.
nothing in Nothing ends
- Sept. 3, 2014, 3:08 p.m.
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