I find my peace
On a latter day
Just to keep these thoughts at bay.
Reckoning and lessening
A noose now tightly taught
Around a teacher's neck.
Back in and down the alley way,
Black cats scramble towards
An ominous doom,
Underneath a starlit gloom.
Do not brush away pleasant thoughts with a broom.
But bring your flowers to full bloom.
That which a rose is under
An allergic nose.
And who knows,
Maybe she comes
And may be she goes,
But this will always stay in me.
Just to keep these plaguing thoughts at bay.
Yes it may touch me in such
Away from the days which
We fell lightly into the green clover.
Clouds in the skies hovering
Over,
And closer to where it all began,
With a plain and simple plan.
Copyright 2010 Matthew J. Beard, All Rights Reserved
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