Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Ships passing


Ships passing, just before the dawn of night, 
One full of people, the other lightly loaded 
With things that people think they need to buy; 
Each carrying a cargo of potential acquisitions — Experiences in one; possessions in the other; 
All things to be sold and to be purchased. 
When did we decide it would never be enough 
 To just sit here in the grass and watch the birds?

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