bouts of loneliness
are interspersed with drinking
and astronomy
 
 
it occurs to me
there is nothing more to life
than reading sunshine
 
 
and I go to bed
terrified of my own dreams
and wake to sunshine
 
 
when summer's over
I'll journey to a city
built with fear like mine               

(c) 1995 john garnett drummond

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