by the cluttered table
and sunk into the things I keep around me,
To keep me busy, to spend the days.
I grew tired
of glowing monitors
and red-eyed mouses, and striving wires
Trying to strangle, to choke life.
I lean back
to catch that one speck
of green, that hid the concrete beyond
That shielded me for a year.
today’s stars will come out
and dew will settle and night will pass
Only you, you will not know.