weary

here
on the paddock
watching cows chewing grass
as if that’s all a cow will ever do

and there
below the tree
with birds singing
and leaves blowing
in a gentle breeze

then upon a street
with people passing by
all their shoes
and the brightly colored clothing

even while I work
with workers joking round
and sound of the hammers pounding

I am weary in the comfort of the day

and I think that it may be
my spirit might have lived
another time and place
and had tired

 

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