View From My Window
Dry, Dusty October
So many lives lost in dry, dusty October
that the clouds were taken away baby blue
the ducks they came back for a second
helping and drove away the rain
with their sparring feathers
the rain spattered the window pane
in blinding relentless sheets
I could not call my name in the wind,
it threw my name back at me
I hear has countless
days he borrowed against the drowning
sun, the days drown
in a vast list of unreason,
it drowns because the night is gone.
that the clouds were taken away baby blue
the ducks they came back for a second
helping and drove away the rain
with their sparring feathers
the rain spattered the window pane
in blinding relentless sheets
I could not call my name in the wind,
it threw my name back at me
I hear has countless
days he borrowed against the drowning
sun, the days drown
in a vast list of unreason,
it drowns because the night is gone.
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Dry, Dusty October
Dry, Dusty October
