Drying in the summer sun
On columns of thought.
In this house of dreams
Windows peer out at yesterdays
Clouds form on their panes
Like air-conditioned dew.
Stairs wind to nowhere
Creeping steps of time.
Climb their spiral to the attic
Dig through boxes
Dust esterdays clothes
Remember when?. . .
Thoughts flood back like
Too much wine
Drunk on Saturday night
Haunts Sunday morning.
Head aches, stomach churns
With past regrets.
Throw up a window
Get some air
Let yesterdays blow in
And mix with tomorrow
(there is no present,
define it and it's past)
Breath deep the shadows
Of days gone by-
It's all you have
That you know of.
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