Yancy Yates, 25 december 2011
had a thought,
just before the sun set down
the trees against the orange shroud
a breeze whispers goodnite
there's a place,
right beside an icy stream
I'd lay down in the grass and dream
where I'd be today
stare at the wall,
and watch the movie in my head
frame by frame each path I tread
I always end up here
look away,
but I can't turn this damn thing off
all the stains that can't be washed
till my final day
the flake of snow,
that brings the oak tree down
and follows you around
from town to town to town
waking up,
to my same old face
another bowl of grace
watch the humans race
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