Thursday, August 11, 2016

the wandering of the untrained mind

the late summer garden
wheat straw grasses.
the dog has disappeared into the trees
and is not responding to calls,
what else is new besides the endless
railing that we can't trust Hillary and we
don't know her, except for her last 25 years
in the public eye.
and knowing that such disingenuity would
never be launched at a man,
it's hot out.
am I slouching again,
and perhaps I should cut back on cookies
but they taste so good
I'm tired after the trip,
and work takes too much time.
it's hard work to train the mind.

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