Sisyphus Strewn
So quick the curve of day to night
and day through dreams return
Tea cups at table then
sit at table still
Spoons and forks and knives of course
space the empty plates
Toast to yore and gone before
ghost of what comes next
Napkins fold in honor old
front the unset seats
No guests, no hosts, no less, no most
yet one more cycle completes
Illusions sweet and present sleep
help us through the shallow
Time and light and loop of life
remote in active shadow
– Smith, 2.16.2017
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ildi’/kl
(typed by cat walking across keyboard)
– Smith & Misha, 2.12.2017