1208 - Idle Thoughts II

Dead to the World

The ambulance came.
People.  Noise.  Anxiety.
Someone slept through it.

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Year's End.

The year has ended—
The arbitrary passing of time,
Marked by a rocket.
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1207 - Not Fahrenheit

Not Fahrenheit.

Forty four degrees—
The promised temperature.
I hope that is all.
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1206 Idle thoughts I

A Dog's View

Live life like a dog —
Everything is worth a sniff,
Often a couple.

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Gratitude
Practice gratitude;
Even for things unpleasant—
They could have been worse.
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1205 - Alone

Alone

The noise of the sea is a constant,

The wind just comes and goes;

The spray comes off the wave tops,

The sand runs through the toes.

Alone,

A chance to think

And hone,

To stop the headlong

Forward pace;

To recognise

That life is not a sprint,

And really not a race.

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