These 2 poems were as the result of this view at about 7:20 a.m.
7:23 a.m.
Even foggy and/
frosty mornings have Beauty/
if you accept it.
10:08 a.m.
No matter how grey/
and foggy our path may be,/
the Son will shine through.
Let me know when
you think
the thought
you think
you’re going to think.
How long
do you think
it will take
to think
the think
you have to make?
Will she want to play?/
Or will she simply want to/
say: “Nice knowing you!” ?
Men know they are too/
intense when they write poetry/
and there’s no response.