3.04.2013

Sleep Sound

At the window he sits
sitting, hands down,
exhaling, into cold air,
taking in, the sights, sounds.

He watches an old lady
walking her small hound around
and can do nothing but smile
at all she's encountered.

In a moment he considers
all she has found
in her long life:
what grace! what an eternal crown!

And the next moment she is gone,
headed off toward town,
and all the people she may encounter!
their lives still above ground!

                In a lonely daze,
                he wishes to sleep sound.
                In a lonely daze,
                he wishes to sleep sound.

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