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DRY SPELLS
sometimes
there is sunshine, bright as ever;
there are bird songs, chirpy as ever;
there are honks of horns,
and cobs of corn,
mouse clicks, and words, words, words
yet i claim nought;
i'm in the desert, a being,
as arid as fallow sand;
with narry a word,
so i write nought.
sitting, lying, standing;
there, in an abyss of mind,
think....ing.
© gillena cox
