It was a small intimate cafe where he sat, pondering the
questions of life. For some they would never
experience things that he had discovered in his.

As another sip of coffee trickled down his throat. A
women nodded as she walked by, he nodded
back in his cordial way.

His head turned, he looked out the window framed in
dark  green drapes, and people returned his glance as
they sauntered by.

Another day in the lives of so many he thought, as
another minute ticked by. He watched like a
movie the lives out the window who had
no idea, hadn’t a clue.

As another sip of coffee trickled down his throat, a bell
rang out disturbing the conversational flow within
the cafe, the door opened and another patron
entered and nodded as they walked by.

His coffee gone, he placed his chin on his fist, elbow
on the table, like the thinker, he looked out that
window with its dark green drapes, cozy and warm.

Today was yesterday and tomorrow today as he
realized he had no clue as to why, when,
where or who.

The answers no closer, he would come back tomorrow,
to ponder the questions of life once more. To nod to
the patrons as they came through the door.


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Shadows grow long as the day begins its end to this
beautiful summer day, which had shown the
colors of morning at 5:30 am.

Orange and yellow so brilliant, it just seems annoying
now  as we drive towards it on our
way to work each day.

No trace of that orange and yellow, just overwhelming
brightness as the day begins to play.

Light reflects from windshield to windshield, building
to building. Mirages appear on the road ahead, of
ponds and puddles as we navigate the swells in
the road as these obstacles appear.

As cars rush by, blue, yellow, red and green,
streaks of flattened color create the morning’s end.

A spectrum of color moves throughout the day as we
see glints of magic from our cubical through a
window across a walkway.

We sit and wonder, with one leg on our desk as we peer
through the window in awe.

As the day’s end begins, in the opposite direction we
drive, the colors are sharp and pure
gold, green, blue and white,
fade to black and the beginning of night.


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