COMMONPLACE



The woods seem commonplace.

(So does the water.)

(And the mountain, too.)

(And the sky.)

The stars without question are commonplace.

(The cave seems commonplace.)

(So do the clouds, as if they've been hanging around and leaving and coming back, leaving again only to come back. Over and over, like war.)

What is wrong with us?

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime

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