The List
The check mark in the sky is a bird
when I've made a list of what I want
to get to today, seeming far away,
a few more birds, and that's all it takes.
Winter has got its lines of wire on this list
paper thin, the sky is laid out where the trees
are written with fine tips. Maybe I'll do it all,
and have something to say for the day, what
I need to pick up, pick out, picking at the ice
on my shoes. The day will not escape thru
the back door, but it sits with me after
wandering through loose thoughts
on the open road. My list is long
and all I can do is take my time, keep
coming back to it, like any old lover would do.
The check mark in the sky is a bird
when I've made a list of what I want
to get to today, seeming far away,
a few more birds, and that's all it takes.
Winter has got its lines of wire on this list
paper thin, the sky is laid out where the trees
are written with fine tips. Maybe I'll do it all,
and have something to say for the day, what
I need to pick up, pick out, picking at the ice
on my shoes. The day will not escape thru
the back door, but it sits with me after
wandering through loose thoughts
on the open road. My list is long
and all I can do is take my time, keep
coming back to it, like any old lover would do.
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