Senses

 

Tomorrow I shall sit

quiet in the woods,

I will enjoy the scampering

squirrel -

I will hear the distant drill

of the woodpecker.

I will know the breeze

upon my face,

and taste the morning dew.

I will hear the quiet

over the roar of the city,

and smell the freshness

instead of exhaust.

Tomorrow my life will start

again,

for the Jay and the Cardinal

shall carry away my soul.

 

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