Plain as a Day is Long

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Work-plain as a day is long-

nothing left of this fading song.

Master and man, a slave to routine,

dying at the footstool of some savage ravine.

Gaping mouth open for the swallow-

fell furiously first down to the hollow.

Pick up your suitcase, map out your face-

press one blue suit, get back to the race.

Your shoes are they polished propper and prim?

If the bus is running late, you may take a swim

through gallowed-gates of nowhere, to the lost land of whim.

But you need naught worry too much for your fate is quite afixed;

nothing lies beyond the phantom clouds, there is nothing in the midst.


Submitted: July 07, 2021

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