midpoint to nowhere
I'm half way there
In my dreams I have seen
this so-called no-man's land
and it fills my mind with emptiness
A melancholic cloud floats by
in the opposite direction
maybe he's going somewhere
maybe to alphabet land
As I wait for the time
to come the clock tick tocks
unwinds
I fly a kite
and like fishing
I try to catch a bird
(a poem found in my drawer)
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