there was something in the air
a whisper of wind
a ray of sunshine
green grass holding onto picnics
i see your face in the trunk of a tree
but it’s just another day
i have a letter on the mantelpiece
i’ve just remembered
i never posted it to you
but what’s the hurry
when strikes are lining
both sides of the streets
it’s just another day
when i walk slightly off pace
along a troubled path
that they never could fix
and cracks greet leaves
that fell their own way
it’s just another day
a lid of a pen
a rubber from the end of a pencil
a plug without a socket
it’s just not my day today
meloncurls 