Friday, April 13, 2018

Not that long ago

The last time I made sense
Was not that long ago
The last time words went easy
Not that long ago
Mornings stretched on rug
Skin to silk, toes brushing toes
Mind a jukebox, quarters flying
Catching what the chances know 
Like the children, I speak English
Like the angels, I fly low
Like the robot dog, I love you
Like myself, I never know 
The last time words were free
The last time sense came marching smart
The last time minds sailed smooth
Not that long ago

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