Springtime in the Cushion by Jeffrey Jones

Breathe out and in and out and in

Sit sit sit!

Repeat….

Thoughts flying by until I die…

Nothing at all at home

No one at the helm

The captain has left the building

The sun is warm

Sit and sigh

The days roll by

It is still spring

It will always be that way.

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