Seeker

Couldn’t write the other day.

Not even my delighted sunshine which gave birth to sunbeams
On my small balcony
Understood,
And could give me any lucky words to immortalize on a white sheet
Of bonded paper.

I laughed softly,
as I realized my search for them
Is as useless
As reopening an abandoned trainstation
On a sunday afternoon.

Simply count your last blessings,
As you wait for the train’s arrival.

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