what does it mean

What does it mean that I call out

And get no answer

Perhaps you only listen

Comes a whisper

To your neurosis

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 There are those days

And years

When I find myself standing

In a puddle of pain

Maybe it comes over the top

Of my shoes

Gets my feet wet

Soaks my clean socks

Who do I see about this

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If I had anything to say

About any of this

A field of bluebonnets

Would make the big decisions

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"Texas Bluebonnet Field" by Dave Whitinger

“Texas Bluebonnet Field” by Dave Whitinger