My life consists of things mundane
As that which holds the more:
Evening's obligatory walk of dog
Cat laying siege for treat
Toast before retiring
Time and space traveled before flat screens
Thoughts of old class mates forever lost
Family loves and loved
The deep night quiet of the house
Night lights
Night
A poem's final period.
For what's it's worth Bill, your poetry is clear, concise, thoughtful and unique. Rusty
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Foreshortenef by intervening sleep. Tis the simple matters of living that at last matter mostly.