Saturday, February 11, 2012

Repetitive Living

The snow stops falling.
Birds appear from nowhere.
The dog wants out.
I reach for my shoes.
The laces are knotted.
The dog is waiting.
I pull on my jacket.
I open the door.
The dog goes out.
The dog pees.
The dog comes in.
Nothing requires thought.
My life is without thought,
I can live without thought.

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