By scqueen
Date: 2001 Nov 11
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Why I Do Write...

Grey sky, before dawn -
and jumbles of dreams
swirl through my mind.
I am aware of
the slight pressure
of your fingertips
resting
above my head.
I hear the rain
collecting in the street,
but it doesn't matter
because it's Sunday.
I have a whole life
of starbright ahead of me.
So what's another day
of blue song and comfort food?
Nothing you say will be
lost for me.


(any i have missed
well...  dont think it matters)