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That Spot Of Ground

That spot of ground that no one claims
That no one keeps that no one names
But no one can it isn't theirs
And of the people, I'm aware

I hide beneath a yellow book
But as I seem to read I look
Upon my right an empty space
Until I see an eager face

He takes a seat and looks around
On this nameless place, this hollow ground
He does not claim with his endeavors
But as it lays to be forever

Boredom sneaks upon his back
I watch the beast go to attack
He gets up from the nomad seat
And makes his way across the street

So I sit, I sit to wait
And place the emptiness as bait

Just as I thought here comes someone
The passing fame returns undone
This girl she has a camera near
And I suppose she'll use it here

She turns and focuses on me
As I pretend I do not see
And as it seems she's satisfied
She takes her lead she leaves with pride

So I sit, I sit to wait
And place the emptiness as bait

As I watch a family pass
A flock of birds arrive at last
They use the bench to sit and rest
So they can fly emotionless

But a single dog scares them away
Attached by leash a man in gray
How sad to see him follow close
And solemn he remains a ghost

Soon enough I get impatient
And find it necessary to leave my station
And as the place I once had watched
My own space becomes the epoch

So I sat I sat to wait
To watch the nameless ground intake
And as each soul is unaware
To reveal in fact how much we share.



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messie.egghead said...
Sept. 2, 2009 at 12:01 am:
this is really, really good!
 
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