Sweet Gurgle!
All day I meandered
and frittered the time-
inside of my head-
without any rhyme.
With flutters of this
and splatters of that-
smudges of memory
and buzzes of chat.
No happening or clever-
no special or new-
just sameness and shallow-
the same fuzzy view.
Life drifted dreary
outside of a date-
with wafting and weaving
downhill towards fate.
Then sudden laughter
gurgled my day-
and rippled the nothing
quickly away.
Joy Weare.
9th July, 2007.
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