taylor@sdccsu3.UUCP (Dave Taylor) (08/07/84)
The sun
Streams through the clouds,
Birds fly overhead.
The trees
Move in the cool evening breeze, as
The sun starts
To set.
Cars race by my window,
Am I in the cage, or are they?
Ask the animals at the zoo, a voice
Whispers.
A snail shell, delicate, and
Dead,
sits by the door.
Home no more.
Still the cars flash by,
going
somewhere.
I'm bored.ahearn@convex.UUCP (08/09/84)
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convex!ahearn Aug 9 09:24:00 1984
Life, friends, is boring.
We must not say so, but it is...
--John Berryman in *The Dream Songs*