The streetlight casts its pallid glow
Upon my lonely sill,
As through my mind the memories go;
I fear they always will.
The plumbing rings its hollow knell
Beneath my empty floors;
I thought I knew her very well,
But she's on distant shores.
High in the night, an airplane hums
Above my earthbound woes;
The bread we had has turned to crumbs,
But why? - well, neither knows.
Observations, obfuscations, and other oddities.. Enjoy, and thanks for reading. Tom
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