Saturday, September 1, 2007

Ennui

Sat on the beach with nothing to do.
the waves were a monotony,
the breeze was hot,
the sand was dirty.

Called my friend,
he was busy.
called another,
and so was he.

My plans for the day
never included
making plans for the day.

Then realized,
you wanted to speak.
thoughts spread wings,
and I flew.

But you were busy.

1 comment:

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