Is it a ghost town,
that I wonder this morning,
or just one more day.

As complex as simple is.
Is it a ghost town,
that I wonder this morning,
or just one more day.

Airborne, they’re flying,
and they’re coordinated,
and seems so perfect.

They all take to flight,
and splashing light and water,
what a lakeside sight.

As the swan preened,
its head, at times, hung just so,
before ducking down.

Cold with evening breeze,
I saw the sun descending,
down into orange.

Keep calm, keep trying,
most things are hard to start with,
but get easier.

I’ve nothing to say,
so I will write a little,
and that feels better.

The weekend’s gone quick,
much quicker than I would like,
and bed calls again.
Earn less interest,
if you invest with them now,
they proudly told me.

I’m dumping some thoughts,
and carroting ideas,
and stewing on it.
