Surreal Reality
Sitting
on the back steps
morning coffee
strong and sweet…
the country air
soft and scented…
native birds oblivious
to my passage thru time…
my thoughts wander and wonder
it feels so surreal
my reality…
chaos reigns, somewhere
and children cry…
a mother, somewhere
refuses to face the day
without her child…
a father, somewhere
gives up… takes out a gun
…and gives up …
While I sit in morning silence
country air soft and scented
on my face…
sharonlee©
8/2/2011 1:20 PM
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