by scott from jail
I did not know that yesterday was here.|
Perhaps I should have.
Yet believing it
would scarcely make it fonder or more clear.
It's hard to say which makes the better fit.
I saw a show last night, then went to bed.
Woke up to read a yesterday in print.
at the end not much was said.
It fills the space as "arrow" fills the flint.
And now I wait.
It's time to be at peace
But still, who knows? Our conscience is a bore.
The waiting is what counts.
The golden fleece
is there, as is the ship, the sea, the shore.
I do not know what now.
I never did.
Its just that life,
like war these days,
Copyright © 2011 - scott from jail
Published: 11/24/11 · Author's Page · Next Poem