Monday, June 9, 2014

Poetry Corner

I am focused.

I sit bolt upright, as if waiting for a job interview.
I am alert to the smallest detail.
My peripheral vision shows me stories others would miss.

I can smell change coming in the wind.

My clothes are crisp.
My eyes are bright.
My smile is wide, with a nervous edge.
My mind patiently awaits my prompting, ready for any interaction.

I am the opposite of stoned.

1 comment:

Yet Another Steve said...

Actually, that sounds more like stoned than its opposite.

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