Turn down the TV! Don’t your gray eyes see, that
justice is soundly sleeping? All these scenes of talking,
without speaking. But, the milk still pours,
and the shoes still fit. It’s almost beautiful,
How it works, and moves, and lifts.
How the coat still lies behind the chair,
How the wind still likes to kiss the hair
But here, nor there, nor anywhere
Is the one who makes all the difference.
But the dog is down, and the lights are
Up. No need to cry into your cup. But you my dear, Read more »