As Usual
Some gates are closed, others are open
I passed them all I lived inside
The postcard views where as a postman
I brought your package every night
Check your emails if there’s a new
Stifting a yawn you find the one
In haste you almost read it through
Replying with a glint of sun
Meanwhile the coffee smells of morning
You open up the garden door
The flowers grow without a warning
As usual, as they did before.
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