Thinking of You

by Eileen Budd

I saw a beautiful sunset
And thought of you
I saw a pale rose, softly withering
And thought of you
I saw an insect, sucking blood from a small child
And thought of you
I saw a pigeon, eating throw up on the sidewalk
And thought of you
I saw a derelict, spitting at strangers in the street
And thought of you
I saw a TV show of the Hindenberg exploding
And thought of you
I saw the anti-Christ playing poker with the four horsemen of the Apocalypse
While Elvis mud wrestled with Mahatma Ghandi on the lost world of Atlantis
And thought of you

I felt a raindrop on my face
But it turned out to be the derelict spitting at strangers in the street

Just wanted you to know
I’m thinking of you

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