And It Keeps On
In the east where the sunrise
sings, faint horn of a train rings.
Dawn is gone — a flash and burn,
counting milestones.
I want to live where I can
remain. See the seasons. Rain
scour — blow against my door.
Live. Let live today.
PB #230 Motivation, Poetic Form Dodoitsu (7.7.7.5) Photo by Jack Anstey on Unsplash
It's Still Life 
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