Windblown Chaff

A couple walks down the dark and cobbled alley way The man slanders the woman and I watch the affair As they meander amongst the rest of the people He is fat and does not appreciate her there In his mind I know he has some justification While I am watching I enjoy this night air I love watching the things that fill the sky stark In the day time you can see puffs of dandelion If you should be so lucky to find a city park But like all things which find themselves there They are aimlessly trailing a path by heart Who knows where they might end up to land On the farm what is useful is separated From what is considered to be useless But I love watching the chaff blow In the wind in streets after darkness falls Of leaves and dust and moon beams to boot The soul will always find the difference I do not pity those who can not see For they are blinded by their love I wonder if this is missing in me I look at my own hands as I hold them Out in front of me as I seem to be Very much a part of the whole scene I love being free enough to embrace The small things in life that pass us by Watching cartoons on the telly is a grace Which passes in exactly the same way While life is happening we miss this space The most minute of moments created by us My loneliness affords me unity with the world Everyone remembers once having been a child I've been in a position of warm separation I enjoyed the blessings of being blind For ignorance is bliss awakening in awareness Of one's own childish notion of what is to be found I have come to sit myself down once again To try and express the worth of the park bench For there is much more to this world than men How could anyone be anything short of thankful To be able to notice what makes people mend And to share this with them while pretty things float

CuldeSac

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