days strung together
tightly, like nylon on a guitar
fingers strumming
fret after fret
slightly out of tune
time goes by
fingers drumming
on a table, waiting
for another moment to go by
another insignificant nothing
an open window
a bee buzzing
drawing zigzag patterns
seeking sweet, sweet nectar
but this room is empty
a humid evening
dragonflies humming the air heavy, holding back
promises of something
that's not going to happen today
a sky full of stars
a cricket chirping
smoke rises in circles
fading into the darkness
that was today
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