inconsequential circumstance
like watching passing insects dance
across the picnic table
i wander happy and alone
until the ringing telephone
interrupts my daydream's fable
is life made up of only this
to bump against what's real but miss
to wish but never to be able?
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Aut insanit homo, aut versus facit
About Me
- Esav Benyamin
- URBAN POET is a place for my poetry and other bitter comments on the human experience, with occasional contributions from friends.
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