wounded in warring
of weathers –

ignoring the
geyser

focusing on patch
much drier,

the hiss makes
it hard to
think,

and maybe that ain’t
a bad thing
..

when armor’s
chinked.

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they’re outside but
harmless,

or so their
voices
hint

a bit too
loud..

so i
begrudge,

yet, it’s through
sheets

of tempered
glass,

i squint
to misjudge.

it’s a fine friday
to hide
out

and refresh my
browser,

as long as eyes
don’t cross

from
over exposure..

and i remember
to shower,

it’s a grand friday to
break out of
the box

and play
child,

as long as i say
my thank
yous

and don’t frolic
too wild.

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