Leavings

 

I plan to count all the clouds

I plan to walk on the sand

I plan to say it out loud

I plan to cradle your hand

 

I plan to shake off the blues

I plan to sink a few jars

I plan to turn off the news

I plan to stare at the stars

At zero dark hundred

The night fills with demons

Mosquito buzzing your bed

Don’t be downhearted

It’s just the leavings          

Passing the time in your head

And you’ll forget what they said

 

I plan to read me a book

All of the chapters at once

I plan to learn how to cook

And other improbable stunts

Morning - that's breakfast

Egg and rye toast and OJ

Sunshine lays on the table

Sets you right up for the day

 

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