Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

08 January 2012

All the sunlight

All the sunlight from outside.
I'm busy, can't you wait?
I need to do this and that.
Not a lot of noise.
Maybe everyone else is inside too.
They need to do this and that too.
I'm ready.
Sun has gone down for today.
Posted by James M. Frost at 12:37
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