Saturday, August 2, 2014

I watched a man pushing his cart

through the scurrying streets

and reflected on how tired and weary

he must be

like I get when a day of strife yields nothing commendable

yet if I rest and disappear into my sanctuary

I would miss the very thing

I think I need so badly

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