The Sleeping Gardener



   this is where I go when alone.
                    isolated, yet surrounded.

      welcome. pick a spot,
        and share my thoughts.

Poetry lyrics from Mr. Simon and Mr. Garfunkel.

The last train is nearly due
The underground is closing soon
And in the dark deserted station
Restless in anticipation
A man waits in the shadows

His restless eyes leap and scratch
At all that they can touch or catch
And hidden deep within his pocket
Safe within it’s silent socket
He holds a colored crayon

Now from the tunnel’s stony womb
The carriage rides to meet the groom
And opens wide and welcome doors
But he hesitates, then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows

And the train is gone suddenly 
On wheels clicking silently 
Like a gently tapping litany
And he holds his crayon rosary 
Tighter in his hand

Now from his pocket quick he flashes
The crayon on the wall he slashes
Deep upon the advertising
A single worded poem comprised 
Of four letters

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding 
The poem across the tracks rebounding 
Shadowed by the exit light 
His legs take their ascending flight 
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night

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