The drone of a bumble bee
Joining birdsong’s chatter
Making me look up
From the sunsoaked page
The ink flowing so slowly
Undisciplined thoughts
Drifting from this place
To join with a girl
Who lives in another town
Who cannot be here
Making me wistful
Stealing half my mind
My eyes close, her face appears
I have to give in
Smiling I put down
The pen for a while
More Tomorrow...
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